"Ah."
Ao Tian withdrew his arm from around Chen Qiu's shoulders, resting it naturally on his legs, and gazed up at the sun above, helplessly sighing, "Brother, you don't understand, the people of the Xuantian Continent don't understand either."
"Thousands of years ago, the Dragon Clan experienced a great war."
"That war was extremely brutal, and the Dragon Clan was nearly wiped out."
"Only the female dragons who had remained on the island and not participated in the war survived, and only a few male dragons came back, all gravely injured, and they died one after another, but at least they left offspring before dying. Since then, for thousands and thousands of years, the Dragon Clan has almost always been transmitted only from one generation to the next, because the birth rate of the Dragon Clan is too low; pregnancy is extremely difficult for the Dragon Clan."
"And even up to my generation!"
