Instantly, all the dragons present turned their gaze to Shushu. Long Ji also belatedly sensed a trace of the dragon race's aura and his gaze fell on the storage bag hanging from Shushu's waist.
He glanced at the storage bag, then finally at the millet, his questioning intent clear.
Shushu had already confirmed that they meant no harm to Lingjun. After thinking for a moment, she still took out a dragon scale that Lingjun had given her before.
As soon as the dragon scales appeared, the dragon's scent became even more pronounced. Long Ji took a deep breath and immediately confirmed that this was the scent of their little ancestor. He was so excited that his voice trembled slightly.
"Where is the little ancestor? Is it alright?" Before Shushu could answer, he denied the second half of his sentence: "No, no, the little ancestor's soul lamp has been extinguished, and these dragon scales didn't fall off naturally."
At this point, he seemed to remember something, his eyes slightly reddening as he looked at the little potato: "Little ancestor, is it still alive?"
When he asked this question, his tone was very hesitant, and his gaze towards the sweet potato was filled with fear and apprehension. He wanted to know the answer, but also seemed afraid to know it.
Seeing this, Shushu still gave him a reassuring word first: "He's still alive." After a pause, he added: "Currently, he's only in his soul form."
Actually, Rabbit had already told Shushu that Lingjun had been recuperating well in the Liuyue Sect all these years. Whenever they went out to train and encountered any treasures that could help him, they would try their best to bring them back to him.
In addition, with the many rare and precious materials that Shushu and Lu Li left him, he is almost ready to rebuild his physical body.
However, rebuilding a physical body is ultimately a matter of defying fate, and no one has absolute certainty that they can succeed.
If Lingjun ultimately fails to materialize a physical body, he will likely exist as a member of the Soul Clan in the future.
For most spiritual cultivators, the Soul Clan is actually a different race. Some old-fashioned races even refuse to acknowledge these Soul Clan members as their own because of this.
Shushu wasn't sure if the dragon race was among these races, so he couldn't resist testing the waters a little.
If they mind, Shushu will not only refuse to tell them where Lingjun is, but also refuse to take them to see Lingjun.
Thinking this, Shushu's divine sense rapidly expanded, staring intently at all the dragons present, waiting to see their reactions.
If any of the dragons showed any sign of rejection, the story that Shushu was about to tell would be a completely different version, and they would never know that Lingjun was in the Dawei border, in the Liuyue Sect.
Anyway, she had just returned from the Demon Realm. Based on her own experience, she could easily adapt the story and fool these dragons.
Even if she couldn't fool them, there was still her senior brother, Shushu thought to herself.
However, she ultimately didn't get to use this fabricated version.
Because none of the dragons present showed any disdain when they heard that Ling Jun was now a member of the Soul Clan.
Not only that, their eyes were full of tenderness. Shushu is very sensitive to emotions, and she can sense whether they are acting or not.
Therefore, after Long Ji pressed him for an answer again, Shushu glanced discreetly at the communication jade tablet that had just been secretly connected.
After seeing the very simple "can", she thought for a moment and decided to tell Lingjun what she knew about his experiences.
Whether it was because she had a natural talent for storytelling or something else, the dragons present were already teary-eyed when she was only halfway through her story.
Even the sky outside seemed to follow the dragons' mood, becoming overcast with dark clouds. What was just a clear blue sky had suddenly turned into a dark, oppressive cloud.
As Shushu continued his story, one of the emotional female dragons could no longer contain her emotions and burst into tears.
Its cry was like flipping a switch; the weather changed drastically, a gale howled, and raindrops the size of soybeans poured down like a torrential downpour, accompanied by lightning.
Such a commotion startled all the races in front, who couldn't help but wonder if the Dragon Clan was fighting the Phoenix Clan behind them.
Some people who enjoy gossip and good news even try to sneak over to peek and eavesdrop.
Unfortunately, before they could even reach the entrance, they were stopped by the winged tribe guarding the area.
Those who were more easily embarrassed turned back after being stopped; some, however, were more shameless and began to grab the winged people who were stopping them, trying to get information out of them.
However, none of the winged races knew why the dragons were wailing in their reception hall, nor could they answer their questions.
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