Only then did understanding appear in Xuan Long's eyes.
"Oh."
An Mo almost exploded.
"Oh?"
"That's your response?"
Seeing Xuan Long's completely unconcerned expression, he finally gave up trying to argue.
After all, discussing bloodlines with Xuan Long has always been difficult. The man only cared about one thing: whether the cub belonged to him. As long as the answer was yes, everything else became secondary.
Eventually, An Mo settled beside him and looked toward the egg.
Truthfully, he had been curious from the very beginning. The moment he first saw the egg, he had known something was unusual.
Because of that, he had deliberately refrained from placing his blessing upon it. Instead, he had spent the last three days searching through ancient records and forgotten texts.
He wanted to know exactly what kind of bloodline this cub possessed.
One thing was certain. It was undoubtedly a serpent. But what kind of serpent it was remained a complete mystery.
