Qinghai, within the cavern realm beneath the lake.
Yibai stood in the cavern, gazing at the slowly fading glimmer before him.
The last trace of the Southern Region Yinglong's primordial spirit had, after all, dissipated.
In the end, he had agreed to the Southern Region Yinglong's request—if the chance arose, he would make every effort to nurture Yinglong, do his utmost to assist the Dragon Tribe, and give the Dragon Tribe a chance to rise again.
But Yibai knew that even with his promise, the revival of the Dragon Tribe was nearly impossible.
The reason was simple.
The current Dragon Tribe was far too weak.
"Well, it seems I should indeed take more care of the Dragon Tribe in the future,"
Yibai thought to himself.
Without dwelling too much on it, his gaze fell upon the Dragon Wings before him.
These were what the Southern Region Yinglong had personally said he would give him.
Yibai stepped forward, reaching out his hand.
