Within this [Dragonfall Gorge], descendants of the dragon's bloodline were everywhere, multiplying and thriving, divided into Four Classes: snake, Mang, Jiao, and Chi.
Jiang Yi sifted through the world's chaotic ambient chatter, gleaning useful information. A look of understanding dawned in his eyes.
'To think that after a True Monarch Level dragon scion was slain, a few scant drops of its remaining essence blood could create such a vast clan... Creatures of the Demon Dao truly are worthy of being called Innate beings, born of creation itself.'
As Jiang Yi was pondering, he suddenly heard a stir. His gaze shifted to a corner of the temple, where he saw a row of goose cages.
Inside each cage woven from bamboo strips sat a rosy-cheeked child. Some were five to seven years old, others three or four, all crying and laughing among themselves.
