North Sea, ocean depths.
Yibai gazed at the pair of dragon horns before him, unsure of what to say.
One thought emerged in his mind.
This pair of dragon horns was left by a mightiest True Dragon.
"Dragon King, this…"
Yibai turned toward the North Sea Dragon King standing before him and asked.
"Yuan Chen, the origin of these dragon horns is unknown, only that they were left by an ancient dragon of our Dragon Tribe. They were refined into a treasure and kept at the bottom of the Dragon Palace to bless the descendants. These horns are formidable, and only those with exceptional talent can possess them. If one's talent is merely adequate, they might manage to lift these horns but won't be able to position them properly. Forcing them on will only result in being crushed by the horns. Only those with extraordinary talent can do so,"
the North Sea Dragon King replied.
"Throughout the generations, has any member of the Dragon Tribe obtained these horns?"
Yibai asked.
"Yes."
"Who?"
