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The Dragonblood Legion and the Hidden Dragon Legion finally met each other. Just hearing their names was enough for both sides to understand the significance of the other.

The Hidden Dragon warriors had always been very curious about the Dragonblood Legion, eagerly anticipating their meeting. But now that they stood face to face, they found themselves too nervous to speak. Their cheeks burned red, and their gazes darted away, unable to hold eye contact.

Even Xiao Yue, who was fierce and decisive on the battlefield, found herself too bashful to look directly at them.

The Dragonblood warriors weren’t any better. Having followed Long Chen through countless battles, they knew exactly what he was thinking.

However, these men, who had climbed mountains of blades and waded through seas of blood, stood frozen. Even the ever-talkative Guo Ran struggled to find words to break the awkward silence.

“They’re done for,” Long Chen muttered, shaking his head in exasperation.

Tang Wan-er giggled. “Hehe, if their faces were even half as thick as yours, they wouldn’t still be single.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” Long Chen raised an eyebrow.

Tang Wan-er merely chuckled, not answering. But something had to be done; otherwise, this unbearable tension would never break. They wouldn’t be able to mingle then.

“This Ten Thousand Dragon Nest is our home,” Long Chen announced. “Shouldn’t we show our guests around? Maybe they’d like to experience some of the amenities we have here.”

Guo Ran snapped out of his daze. “Yes! Fairies, please follow us. We’ll give you a tour!”

Even Guo Ran’s usually glib tongue seemed to have stiffened, but as long as the message was conveyed, it was good enough. The Dragonblood warriors quickly stepped forward to welcome the Hidden Dragon warriors, who followed them nervously, still too shy to meet their eyes.

Long Chen knew that the majority of the Dragonblood warriors and Hidden Dragon warriors were complete novices at love. They needed a common ground to ease their interactions, and what better topic than the dragon race’s divine abilities? This would give them something to discuss, and perhaps even lead to friendly sparring. Once they started talking, they would no longer be so nervous around each other.

Some disciples from the Wind God Sea Pavilion, oblivious to the situation, tried to join in. However, those who understood what was happening quickly blocked them.

Long Chen smiled and addressed everyone, “Brothers, you are also free to explore the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest. There are dragon race divine abilities, trials for you to challenge, and various martial stages. Feel free to study them to your heart’s content.”

The Wind God Sea Pavilion disciples were overjoyed. The dragon race had always been shrouded in mystery, yet Long Chen was openly sharing its secrets with them. It was a clear sign that he considered them part of his people now.

Not only did Long Chen share the ancient Jiuli divine runes, but he also allowed them access to the deeper secrets of the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest. They were deeply moved. Compared to their gains, they cherished Long Chen’s trust in them the most.

Long Chen was a peerless figure in their hearts—a genius they could only look up to. To gain the trust of someone like him was an honor beyond words.

The Dragonblood Legion acted as guides, bringing the Hidden Dragon warriors into the depths of the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest. They recounted their battles against the terrifying guardians of the treasures and the divine abilities they had obtained.

The Hidden Dragon warriors could attempt the trials themselves, experiencing firsthand the hardships the Dragonblood warriors had endured. Meanwhile, the Dragonblood warriors demonstrated the divine abilities they had acquired, exchanging insights with their newfound allies.

As they conversed, they started to corroborate their insights. As a result, the two sides quickly got closer.

One was a group of hot-blooded men; the other was a group of kind and honest women. Both had embarked on the path of cultivation to defy fate, facing countless perils along the way. As they had the same goals, their conversations grew more fluid quickly, and a connection took root between them.

At first, the Hidden Dragon warriors had been nervous. They knew that each Dragonblood warrior was a terrifyingly powerful expert—individuals who, in any sect, would be cold and aloof, looking down on others as if they were beneath them.

But as they got to know them, they realized that the Dragonblood warriors were nothing like they had imagined. These men were passionate, loyal, and genuine. Around them, the Hidden Dragon warriors felt something they had never experienced before—safety.

For years, the Dragonblood warriors had devoted themselves solely to cultivation, avoiding thoughts of romance. Long Chen had told them many times that true love was also part of the Heavenly Daos and that loving someone could be a form of cultivation in itself.

Yet, they had witnessed Ye Zhiqiu and Yu Qingxuan die before their eyes. That pain had etched itself into their souls, haunting them. If even Long Chen, someone so powerful, had been unable to protect the ones he loved, what hope did they have? If they couldn’t safeguard their loved ones, would they even have the will to go on living?

Because of that, they had long since cut off any desire for love. But today, as they looked into the pure, earnest eyes of the Hidden Dragon warriors, something inside them began to waver. The ice around their hearts started to melt.

“Long Chen!”

Long Chen and Tang Wan-er sat together, watching a projection on the wall—scenes of Dragonblood warriors and Hidden Dragon warriors hesitantly holding hands. Tang Wan-er nestled against Long Chen’s shoulder, her fingers lacing through his.

“If only there were no wars, no bloodshed… then this Ten Thousand Dragon Nest could be the paradise of our dreams.”

Long Chen wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. He smiled softly. “As long as the heart believes it, anywhere can be paradise.”

Tang Wan-er chuckled. “You always know what to say.”

But then her expression grew wistful. “I wish we could go back to when we were all together. Do you think we’ll ever truly grow old together? Long Chen, suddenly I miss them a lot.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she thought of Meng Qi, Chu Yao, Ye Zhiqiu, and the others. She was no longer the jealous, impulsive girl she had once been. She had grown. And now, reflecting on the kindness and patience her sisters had always shown her, she felt a wave of shame.

She leaned against Long Chen, seeking comfort in his embrace. But where were the others? Were they even alive? The thought made her chest tighten with sorrow.

Long Chen felt the same ache in his heart. Their whereabouts were unknown, and the uncertainty broke his heart.

I have to get stronger. I must obtain the Emperor reverse scale.

Long Chen’s hands clenched into fists. Only by becoming stronger could he reunite with everyone sooner. Determination blazed in his eyes as he commanded the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest to accelerate toward the location of the Emperor reverse scale.

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