There was no mistaking it—Xu Feng was no ordinary carrier of immortal bloodline. Even a fleeting glance at the two eggs was enough to reveal their extraordinariness.
For one, their coloring wasn't normal, not even a bit. Most eggs would have a small tinge of color, but Da Long and Xiao Long were like wolves among sheep, like pearls among stones, like a vivid cloud in the open sky, like…you get it.
They were like fireworks in a dark sky, like gems in a sea of rocks, like a rainbow in a gray world. They were special snowflakes and looked the part.
Taking them anywhere in Donghua was questionable, especially a big city. Xuan Jian knew they'd draw too much attention there and his focus would be on them, not retrieving Xuan Yang from whatever situation he'd found himself in.
The capital? Not a chance. It just wasn't safe.
*Bai Mo's perspective*
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'They are so fierce,' Bai Mo thought to himself.
