If those three clans joined forces, the other clans might not be daring enough to compete with them.
"But, I heard from the people of Paramount that the king of spirit beasts, which they want to capture is a black dragon."
'A black dragon?'
Fu Chen suddenly raised his small head. He clenched his fists.
'Black Dragon? Little Black?
'It's impossible.'
The Divine Herbs Sect was destroyed.
Little Black protected them and ensured that they had escaped safely. 'It's dead…'
Fu Chen's eyes darkened slightly.
The only other creature closest to them other than the Ninth Emperor in the Divine Herbs Sect a thousand years ago was Little Black.
But, the Ninth Emperor had gone missing and Little Black was dead.
"Black?" Qing Han turned her head to the side and asked with uncertainty, "Is it Big Doggie?"
Fu Chen endured the pain in his heart. He patted Qing Han's head. "It's not Big Doggie."
