But what puzzled him was that the age didn't match. Gestating a dragon egg takes over a decade, hatching takes fifty years at most, and adding the growth to the current Young stage, the total shouldn't even reach a hundred years.
Yet several hundred years had passed since that incident between him and that White Dragon.
However, there was indeed a bloodline connection between him and Jona Velli. The bloodline resonance of the dragon race would not lie to him.
What also puzzled him was that besides his own bloodline, there were two other forces inside Jona Velli.
One was extremely cold and inherently tyrannical; that belonged to the White Dragon.
As for the other, he didn't know what it was. It was hard to even say if it was a bloodline. He couldn't detect its nature or figure it out; he only knew it was ethereal yet definitely present because it was immensely powerful.
What further surprised Polite was that Jona Velli's growth rate seemed abnormal—too fast—and her body size far exceeded that of dragons of the same age.
Polite sighed. Realizing that Jona Velli was the daughter he had never met, her anger now looked like a pouting child in his eyes, even a bit cute.
"My child, I am truly not lying to you. You are indeed my, Polite's, blood descendant."
"Beat it, beat it. I don't care if I am or not; I am who I am."
Jona Velli was completely indifferent, but Polite spoke again.
"I know it's hard for you to accept, but such is the fact."
Jona Velli was actually amused by this.
"Heh, I say, old geezer, even if I really am your offspring, so what? Are you going to take me back to Dragon Island?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Polite fell silent and did not refute them.
Jona Velli's pupils shrank.
"Wait, old geezer, are you joking? Me, an Aberrant Dragon with Chromatic Dragon blood, you want me to go to Dragon Island? Isn't that just sending me to my death?"
Hearing this, Polite's gaze became firm.
"I will explain to them. I believe everyone on Dragon Island will surely accept you."
"Not going. I'm definitely not going."
Saying this, Jona Velli turned her dragon head away.
"That is no longer up to you."
Jona Velli: "What? In broad daylight, you dare to kidnap a girl?"
Polite: "I have no other choice. You must go to Dragon Island to receive an education."
Jona Velli: "Based on what?! Just based on that insignificant bit of bloodline in my body?"
Polite: "Yes. But I must correct you: the Silver Dragon bloodline is very powerful."
"You sure are confident."
Jona Velli gave a fake smile. After experiencing that dream, she knew her father was definitely not simple—he might not even belong to this world!
As for the Silver Dragon bloodline in her body, it was very likely one of those two drops of blood from back then.
"This isn't confidence; it's a fact."
"Fine, fine, fine. Whatever you say."
Jona Velli was getting a bit impatient.
"Hurry up and release my friends."
Polite frowned slightly but still dispelled the binding magic.
The Three Dragons, having regained their freedom, all wore expressions of people watching drama unfold.
They couldn't help it; this gossip was just too big, especially for Sasha.
She never expected that her meticulous Uncle Polite actually had an illegitimate daughter.
And she had even taken his illegitimate daughter as her sworn older sister. This was... this was just too exciting!
"Old geezer, no matter what, I am not going to Dragon Island. If you dare force me, I'll fight you to the death."
"Then fight. I can catch you anyway."
"You..."
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