Dragon Race Spies
The location of the Dragon Clan's mountain was too barren and unsuitable for the Dragon Clan to inhabit. The Dragon Clan had already abandoned this place.
Zuo Mo asked the dragons to give up a piece of land to build a factory, so they gave it up.
In just a few days, the desolate land of the Dragon Clan had undergone earth-shattering changes. The gunpowder factory had already been built. Quite a few people were working as far as the eye could see.
"You're quite fast, Pavilion Master Zuo," said the clan head with a smile.
He'd only come to see how things were progressing because he had nothing better to do. He never would've guessed things would progress so quickly.
No wonder the human race could unite the world. They had a natural advantage in both reproduction and reproduction.
In other aspects, they left the yao panic-stricken as well.
"Time is of the essence. The demons and blood zombies are eyeing us like tigers stalking their prey. They could attack at any moment. We must seize every second and seize the initiative. That's the only way to increase our chances of victory, "said Zuo Mo solemnly.
Zuo Mo's expression was solemn. A solemn aura filled the air. She wasn't the happy-go-lucky type. There was no way she could still talk cheerfully at a time like this.
"Pavilion Master Zuo is right," said the clan head with a nod.
"Of course, it's all thanks to the clan head for giving us this place," said Zuo Mo. The old clan head hurriedly reached out to support her, "Pavilion Master Zuo, what are you doing? Since our Dragon Clan resides here, we naturally have a responsibility towards the future of the Three Realms. Isn't this what we should be doing?"
At that moment, the illusory image of an azure dragon appeared in the sky.
"Father."
It was the Dragon Race's Second Master, Xia Keke's uncle, Xia Yingqiu. A few days ago, he'd left to investigate why he hadn't received any signals.
"You're back." The clan head's expression changed when he saw him. He cupped his hands at Zuo Mo. "Pavilion Master Zuo, I won't disturb you any longer. I'll be on my way."
"Take care, clan head."
Zuo Mo watched the clan head and Xia Yingqiu leave. Then she returned to the factory and joined in on the production of explosives.
"Is there no more clues?"
The clan head asked Xia Yingqiu as they made their way back to the Dragon Race's great hall.
No signal? The problem was far too serious. He couldn't help but pay attention to it.
"Yes," said Xia Yingqiu solemnly.
"Could it be ….." The old clan head wanted to say something, but hesitated. Xia Yingqiu nodded, his thick, ink-black brows knitted together. "I can't explain it all at once, but when I went to investigate, I caught someone. He's in the main hall right now. You'll understand when you see him."
"Alright."
Dragon Clan Hall.
The clan's elders were all seated. Clearly, Xia Yingqiu had notified them ahead of time when he'd gone to find the former clan head.
There was a man kneeling in the middle of the hall. He was trembling with his head buried in the ground. He was very nervous.
Ta, ta, ta.
The old clan leader walked in with a majestic gait. When he saw the man kneeling in the main hall, his gaze stopped on him.
After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and walked back to his seat.
"Yingqiu, tell everyone who this is."
At that moment, Xia Yingqiu walked up to the man and spoke to the seated clan head and the clan elders.
"Clan Leader, Elders, this person is a spy planted in our Dragon Clan by the Demon Clan."
The crowd burst into an uproar.
Almost everyone in the hall looked at the person kneeling on the ground, and their faces were filled with shock.
"The demons actually extended their claws into our Dragon Race."
"How is that possible? We've always had very few members. If the Dragon Race planted spies in our ranks, how could we not know?"
"This is too unimaginable."
The crowd was in an uproar, especially the elder sitting next to the clan head. His fingers trembled as he spoke.
"Yingqiu, don't joke around."
The elder could be considered a senior member of the Dragon Race. He was the Dragon Race's ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-third elder.
"Great-grandfather, shouldn't you know better than your nephew whether I'm joking or not?"
To everyone's surprise, Xia Yingqiu smiled playfully and replied sarcastically to the old man.
The elder's pupils constricted, and he frowned.
"What do you mean? Do you still think that this spy was planted by me?"
When the old man said this, he was very angry. His old face kept trembling, and the walking stick in his hand kept hitting the ground, making "dong dong" sounds.
"I've served the Dragon Race for tens of thousands of years. You …. you …."
"Third Elder, please calm down."
Everyone in the hall was the elder's junior. Even the clan head had to respectfully address him as "Third Elder." When they saw how angry he was, they all tried to comfort him.
"Yingqiu, what are you saying?" berated the clan head.
"Great-grandfather, please calm down, calm down," said Xia Yingqiu with a smile. At that moment, Xia Yingqiu laughed. "You're getting on in years. If your anger damages your health, won't my father beat me to death?"
Some people tried to comfort him, but others felt that there was something fishy going on.
Xia Yingqiu could be considered the most outstanding genius of the Dragon Race's younger generation. What he'd just said was definitely true. There was definitely something fishy going on.
"Second Brother, what exactly did you mean by those words just now?" Asked the current clan head of the Dragon Race, Xia Keke's father, Xia Yingda. "Great-grandfather, you're not allowed to spout nonsense."
That was what he said, but from his tone, everyone could tell that he was already on Xia Yingqiu's side.
"Big Brother, when have you ever seen me spout nonsense? Why would I target Great-grandfather? Hah ….. "
Xia Yingda grabbed the head of the person next to him by the hair. His face, which had been buried in the ground this entire time, appeared before everyone's eyes.
"This ….."
Everyone in the hall froze. The man kneeling on the ground was middle-aged, but he radiated the weathered vicissitudes of life.
Xia Yingqiu hurriedly let go after grabbing him, then laughed.
"Hey, look at my temper. How could I grab Great-grandfather's head? I really deserve to die. Father, please punish me. But Great-grandfather, Great-grandfather seems to be your child, right? This …. Hehe …. I'm just a junior, so I'd better shut up! "
As he spoke, Xia Yingqiu knelt on the ground. However, no one in the hall spoke.
"Eldest Uncle, how could it be you?"
After a long while, the clan head seated on the highest seat spoke up, his voice filled with disbelief.
This Dragon Race spy was actually ….
He was his senior.
The others in the hall didn't know what to say either. They didn't know what to make of this.
The Dragon Race cared a lot about seniority. It could be said that the higher one's seniority, the higher their status within the Dragon Race. Whether it was the Great-grandfather or his heirs, they ….
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