Santoro Grassland.
It is the closest neutral faction to Dragon Cliff, and is home to dreamers from all over the world.
At this moment, an ultra-long-distance teleportation array lit up, and four people and a dragon appeared inside.
"Who goes there... Ah, Lord Long!"
More than ten menacing soldiers hurriedly saluted upon seeing the giant dragon.
“Jaberic, it seems your dragon race holds a very high position here,” Jiang Yan said with a smile.
“Master, we are already very close to Dragon Cliff. The Saint Doran Grassland is protected by the dragon race and is far away from the abyss and war. When they see us, they will naturally be more respectful.”
"I see."
Jiang Yan scanned his surroundings with his divine sense, and nodded thoughtfully: "No wonder the creatures here are all so meticulously dressed."
A magnificent horse, its body spotless, every hair combed in the same direction.
A gorilla performs a bench press while lifting two giant rocks, showcasing its massive muscles.
A winged bird that dyes its feathers in various vibrant colors and sings aloud...
"Hehe, Master, you don't know this."
Yaberlik leaned closer to Jiang Yan, revealing a mysterious smile: "We dragons are synonymous with wealth and generosity, and are known for our benevolence."
"Occasionally, some single dragons who can't find a boyfriend or girlfriend on Dragon Cliff will descend here and bring some blessings."
"If they're lucky, these creatures might give birth to a sub-dragon with a pure bloodline, and then they could rise to the top and move to the foot of Dragon Cliff to enjoy the allowances for lower-class dragons!"
"Therefore, the Santo Lan Grassland is also known as the Dream Chasing Grassland, and every year countless handsome men and beautiful women from all ethnic groups come here with dreams."
"By the way! Master, your appearance is extremely handsome among humanoid races. You might be... uh, never mind."
Jacob wisely kept his mouth shut.
He felt three cold gazes fall upon him—the gaze of angels, capable of killing.
No wonder there are so many creatures that possess the blood of dragons.
Jiang Yan couldn't help but chuckle, and asked with some curiosity, "And you, have you ever invested in these dream chasers?"
"Me? You're joking, Master! You're questioning my dignity as the Holy Dragon of Light!"
Upon hearing this, Yaberic became immediately excited: "I'm famous throughout Dragoncliff for my handsome looks, and I'm popular with all the dragon clans..."
"Jaberic, is it really you?!"
A joyful shout came from the sky, and a white butterfly fluttering its wings flew down.
"Uh...Ariel?"
Abelik looked somewhat embarrassed for a moment, and after a pause, he tentatively called out.
“Ariel? It’s me, Ayana. You’ve forgotten, on a stormy night…”
"That's right, I remember now, it was you. How have you been all these years?"
Jaberlick's voice softened: "In the 17 years, 204 months, 6205 days since I left... I have thought of you every moment."
“Not very good, Lord Jacobi. I have decided to leave here and return to my people. It is very fortunate to see you one last time before I leave.”
As she spoke, the white butterfly said somewhat shyly, "By the way, Lord Aberystwynn, could you lend me a little bit of Soul Crystals? The price of teleportation arrays has recently increased, and I don't have enough money saved up."
“Of course.” Yaberic reluctantly plucked a few shimmering dragon scales from his body. “Are you leaving? What a pity. These are my strongest scales; each one can be exchanged for at least 1,000 soul crystals.”
"Thank you for your generosity. I'll head over now to catch the next cheap teleportation array," the white butterfly said happily.
“A cheap teleportation array? That won’t do; there’s a 0.1% chance of a transfer error.”
Yaberic looked to Jiang Yan for help: "Master..."
He had no gold left in his collection and simply couldn't afford to spend any more money.
Jiang Yan pondered for a moment, then took out a small bag of soul crystals and asked casually:
Is this the direction of the teleportation array you want to go to?
No, that's not it.
The white butterfly explained, "It's been a long time since any holy dragons have descended upon the grasslands from Dragon Cliff. I only came here because I suddenly sensed the aura of a dragon with holy light attributes."
"Impossible! Our Holy Light Dragon Clan is the most... the most concerned about our people, how could no one come down?"
"Jaberic exclaimed."
Are you sure? Approximately how long has it been?
"It's been more than three years now. All the creatures here know that he hasn't even attended some important festivals on the Saint Doran Plain," the white butterfly recalled.
"Understood."
Jiang Yan tossed a small bag of soul crystals over: "If you want to leave, go to the nearest teleportation array. This money should be enough."
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir..." The white butterfly accepted the gift with both hands, expressing its gratitude repeatedly.
She glanced deeply at the dragon beside her, then left without looking back.
At this moment, Yaberlik had no time to try to persuade him to stay. He asked with a puzzled look, "Master, something is not right. We, the Holy Light Dragons, are the most powerful race in Dragon Cliff and the actual leaders. How could we all stay indoors?"
"Just ask around and you'll find out."
Jiang Yan landed in front of a three-meter-long horse and casually switched to the "love saint" destiny.
"Hello, excuse me."
The meticulously groomed horse raised its head angrily, about to unleash its fur, when it suddenly froze.
So handsome, so kind.
It inhaled slightly, narrowed its large nostrils, and said in a high-pitched voice:
"Handsome young man, if I may ask, do you need a means of transportation? Someone of your stature should not be tainted by dust."
“Thank you for your kindness, but I already have one.” Jiang Yan pointed to Jacobi next to him.
"Ah, the Holy Dragon of Light, it's been a long time. But, Your Excellency, while the Holy Dragon of Light is powerful, it's not suitable as a means of transportation. Its scales are hard and sharp, while I..."
"Excuse me, but how long has it been since the Holy Light Dragon Clan last appeared? Do you know what happened?"
Seeing the other person's burning gaze, Jiang Yan took a step back without changing his expression and interrupted.
"You've come to the right person. As far as I know, the Holy Light Dragon Clan seems to have been guided by the legendary Dragon God and has collectively gone into seclusion..."
The overall account is similar to what the white butterfly said, except for a few rumors mixed in.
"Understood, thank you." Jiang Yan canceled his "Romantic Saint" destiny and turned to fly away.
"Wait, handsome young man, wait... wait? Why am I chasing after a weak human?"
The horse immediately came to its senses, cautiously glanced around, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "Luckily, no one else saw it."
On the other side, Jiang Yan asked a few more people and, after getting similar information, returned to the group.
"How is it, Master?"
"I ask anxiously," Jacob asked.
"That's pretty much what she said, but we'll have to go to Longya to find out the specifics."
Jiang Yan shook his head.
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