The matter of raising a dragon was officially arranged on the agenda. They were waiting for this dragon egg to break out of the shell.
There were two things Lin Xuan had to do every day. One was to see the dragon egg crack a few patterns, and the other was to cultivate.
Lin Xuan took the matter of raising a dragon seriously. He even found a few ancient books about the True Dragon that had already been lost with the help of Lin Qingtian.
It took a lot of effort to find this.
Finally, one morning, when he opened the ancient wooden box, he saw that the dragon egg was already half broken. The small dragon that had broken out of the shell was holding a huge piece of shell and gnawing on it.
The sudden light made the dragon cub narrow its eyes and raise its huge head. It opened its round eyes and looked at Lin Xuan curiously.
Compared to those adult True Dragons, the difference was simply as huge as comparing a pillar and a hair.
