Thunder God Witch City.
Torque looked on with a calm confidence at the wizards who were agape.
Silence, stillness.
Everyone was breathing heavily, staring at the dragon egg.
A dragon research master's voice trembled, his eyes moist.
"Such authority that causes anomalies in heaven and earth could only possibly belong to an egg of the pure-blooded Dragon Clan... Moreover, it emits a gentle life force. It appears that this egg is not dead but in a state of slumber, possibly due to some reason. If the right methods are employed, there's a chance to awaken it and allow it to hatch."
His tears soaked his clothes with excitement, for this was an egg of the pure-blood Dragon Clan—a true priceless treasure.
Even the weakest of the pure-blood Dragon Clan, if they do not die young and grow up in due course, have the potential to become Level 9 Experts after ten thousand years.