After days of rigorous training on the mountain, Shenlong finally made his way back to the clan. His movements were smoother, his steps more assured. The power he had awakened within him radiated a quiet intensity, and his aura commanded respect even from those who had once scorned him.
As he entered the clan's courtyard, several elders took notice, their eyes widening slightly as they sensed the changes in his energy. Whispers spread through the crowd, words of disbelief mingling with awe.
"Is that… Shenlong?"
"It can't be. His aura—it's powerful, refined."
"Could he truly have awakened the dragon's bloodline?"
Qin Zhen watched from the clan hall, his expression unreadable. But Shenlong could sense the pride in his adoptive father's gaze, a silent acknowledgment of his progress.
Soon, Shenlong was approached by several of his peers, those who had once dismissed him. They looked at him with new respect and even admiration.
One of them, a young man named Wei, stepped forward. "Shenlong, would you… would you consider training with us? It's clear you've reached a level beyond ours, and we would benefit greatly from your guidance."
Shenlong looked at them, his expression calm but warm. He nodded, knowing that these bonds would strengthen his resolve as much as his own training. "Of course. We are all part of the clan, after all."