After crawling out of the eggshell, I decided to be a salted fish (a lazy person).

Having exhausted all other options, Mo Shan'an could only pray with his hands clasped, "Please grant me a piece of clothing."

I was just muttering to myself, not expecting a miracle to happen, but a second later, a piece of clothing that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere suddenly appeared on my body.

Moreover, whether it was due to someone's influence or not, Mo Shan'an's mind was filled with red clothes, and then he really turned red. It's not that it had nothing to do with Mo Shitian, but it was exactly the same.

Even he himself had to admit, "It really does look like it."

Mo Shan'an suddenly realized that looking too much like someone made him both sad and happy.

What worries him is that his resemblance to the person in question makes it impossible for him to infiltrate the area; what pleases him is that he's so good-looking, which makes him, being a sucker for good looks, very happy.

"Sigh, being too handsome is also a kind of pressure."

Mo Shan'an returned to his narcissistic state, and then stopped breathing again. He could feel that the clothes were formed from a force within his body, so he was now feeling a little hungry.

"Sigh, even with clothes, I can't go out."

He gnawed on the eggshell, feeling irritated. If he went out like this, people would immediately recognize him as the son of their mortal enemy just by looking at his face.

"Kazkaz"

Frustrated, Mo Shan'an ate eggshell after eggshell, until he realized he didn't have many left and was only about 80% full.

"It seems that the more pressing issue now is whether I will starve to death."

Before they even find what they're looking for, they might starve to death.

As night fell, the room's owner still hadn't returned.

Mo Shan'an decided to go out, but his eyes fell on a handkerchief on the washstand next to him. He then took it with great effort and made it into a mask to cover his face.

He carefully opened a crack, tiptoed around to look around, and sure enough, the courtyard was unguarded.

Mo Shan'an, who was no different from a thief, was initially a little timid, but now he was strolling around the courtyard with an air of nonchalance when he suddenly saw a beam of golden light shooting into the sky in the distance.

"Huh? What is that?"

He covered his face with a mask and ran towards the golden light, carefully avoiding the patrolling people along the way. Perhaps because he was too short, few people noticed him.

Mo Shan'an finally found it. In front of him was a solemn and dignified altar, surrounded by a dense crowd. Among the five pillars was a golden dragon pillar, which was the one that was emitting light.

"No wonder no one was in the yard; they were all watching from here."

Mo Shan'an couldn't see what was going on inside at all; he could only hide in a corner and watch what they were doing.

After the light faded, a sword appeared on the altar. It had a golden hilt, but the blade was silver-white and gleamed with a chilling light. Even from this distance, he could feel its murderous intent.

"Could this be the sword he stole?" It looks really powerful.

"Senior brother, is this a sword made from dragon bones?"

The disciples of the Divine Sword Sect are all sword lovers. For them, the sword is their life, and their greatest expectation in coming here is to witness it with their own eyes.

Mo Junlin stared at the Dragon-Dark Sword on the altar. He didn't even need to make a move to feel the bone-chilling cold it emanated.

"Yes, Master said that this sword was forged from the dragon bone of the former Dragon Lord. There is no sword in the world with a more sturdy blade, but no one has ever experienced its power."

Jian Xiaoling's eyes lit up as he joked, "Then why is he placed on the Dragon Clan's altar? Even the Dragon Lord Di Moxiao is willing to let it stay here."

Zeng Shaoyang said, "What do you know? They don't need to carry this sword at all."

They all knew in their hearts where Di Moxiao's strength lay, and they didn't bother to use what their father had left behind.

The Dragon's Roar Sword on the altar suddenly emitted a dragon's roar, startling everyone present. Then it broke free of the protective seal on the sword and floated in mid-air.

No one, including the dragon elders, expected this to happen.

"What, what's going on?"

Before Jian Xiaoling could finish asking his question, the Dragon Meditation Sword flew towards them.

"not good"

The sect leader of the Divine Sword Sect, seeing that his disciples were in danger, quickly told them to leave.

Mo Junlin pulled one person with each hand, dodging the sword tip to the side, and frowned as he asked, "Are you two alright?"

"It's alright, senior brother. I almost lost my life."

Zeng Shaoyang belatedly breathed a sigh of relief, but the sword that attacked them had vanished before their eyes.

The dragons searched in the direction of the sword, but found no trace of it.

"Elder, this..."

Tenglong and the dragon elder beside him exchanged a glance, and none of them spoke. The Dragon Meditation Sword must have sensed something.

"What should I do?"

The Sword Guardian Elder didn't know what to do either; how could he explain this to the Divine Lord?

The group explored the Dragon's Eye Sword together and realized that its power and speed were far beyond their capabilities; perhaps it was fate.

Yuehua said solemnly, "I will go and report to the Divine Lord. You all go and tell everyone to activate the mountain-sealing formation."

If the Dragon Sword were to leave the Dragon Clan, it wouldn't be because it might be used by those with ulterior motives, but because the people living below the mountain would not have peace.

"no need"

Di Moxiao appeared behind them without them noticing; he had already noticed when the Dragon Dark Sword malfunctioned.

"You go back first"

After Di Moxiao finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot, which reassured the remaining people.

Over here, Mo Shan'an was so frightened by the sudden appearance of the sword that he almost fainted. When it let out that dragon's roar, he felt his body begin to feel strange.

Just like what happened today, he doesn't want to revert to his beast form yet, so he wants to leave first, since he already knows the location of the sword.

Mo Shan'an looked at the silver sword standing in front of her, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. He carefully took a step back, wanting to discuss it with her.

"Brother, are you... are you also going to take this road? Please?"

He did consider whether to steal it now, but he could clearly feel the sword scrutinizing him, so Mo Shan'an dared not move.

The sword rang out again, as if in response to his words.

"Well, I'll be going now."

Mo Shan'an moved to the side, but the next second the sword moved along with him. It moved up when he moved up, and it followed when he moved down.

What does it feel like to have a sword following you? Mo Shan'an was initially wary, but later realized that it didn't seem to have any intention of harming him, so he let it follow him.

"How about we discuss this? Would you like to leave with me?"

Mo Shan'an mustered his courage and stretched out his hand. Despite his calm demeanor, he was actually terrified. What if it stabbed him directly?

Long Mingjian only knew that this human cub had an aura that he both recognized and disliked, but he didn't dislike the little guy.

It sheathed its sword, perhaps afraid of hurting him, and then pressed itself against Mo Shan'an's hand. One hand certainly couldn't hold it, but it was pressed against him, so he didn't need to exert much effort at all.

"Hehe, it's settled then. You acknowledge me as your boss, and I'll take you as my underling. From now on, you'll be responsible for protecting me. How about it?"