Crying?

Mo Qian'er was in disbelief. "I… I'm really a descendant of the dragon race?"

"Of course, silly girl. Also, your parents must be quite strong, or they wouldn't have given birth to a human princess like you. It's a pity that I haven't truly recovered my memories, or I could divine your background."

It was true that Gu Bailu had memories of her previous life, but one part of her soul was missing, and her true strength had yet to fully return.

After dual cultivating with Feng Qingtian every day, her Heavenly Eye had already reached the highest level.

However, she still couldn't divine a truly powerful soul, nor could she see any images.

"Dragons…" Mo Qian'er had been a slave her whole life, and had been raised as a slave.

Although she had heard the witch say that she was a descendant of the dragon race, she had never taken it seriously.

But now, a white dragon that might be her family had appeared. She found it truly incredible.