My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Lin Mo rode Little Red and flew southwest.

Blood flowed beneath Little Red's hooves, and its speed was astonishing; nine hundred li was covered in just a few minutes.

Finally, Little Red landed on a small hillside.

Lin Mo rolled down and stood on the edge of the hillside, looking down.

A huge city lies across the valley.

The city wall is towering, built entirely of some kind of bluish-gray megaliths, its surface covered with traces of erosion from the years.

The city's architecture is rugged and massive, each building resembling a small mountain with sharp angles and no superfluous decorations.

Dragons soared and circled above the city.

They come in all sizes, with the largest having wingspans of several tens of feet.

Even the smallest ones are several meters long, their scales gleaming with a metallic sheen in the sunlight.

Yin Xue poked his head out from his shoulder, his blood-red eyes sweeping across the city.

"They do not welcome any race other than dragons."

Yin Xue continued, his voice tinged with disdain.

"However, entry into the outer city is still permitted. After all, the dragons won't personally handle tasks like building walls, mining, and forging."

Lin Mo nodded.

At the same time, Zhou Yue's voice came from the black sword, carrying a hint of reminiscence.

"I obtained my Twilight Stone from the Dragon Clan."

His voice was a little hoarse, as if he were recalling something from a long time ago.

"Back then, we spent a year gaining their trust. We killed monsters for them and ran errands for them. Only after a year did they allow us to enter the city to participate in the dragon clan's secret realm."

A whole year.

Lin Mo frowned, but did not reply.

Only a small pink and white head peeked out from his arms.

Mianmian blinked her eight compound eyes at this moment.

Holding the dark golden dragon scale high in its tiny paws, it hissed excitedly.

The meaning is clear: having this can save a lot of trouble.

Zhou Yue was silent for a moment.

"Having this dragon scale can indeed save a lot of trouble, but..."

His voice paused.

"But dragons have extremely long lifespans, and their secret realms only open once every hundred years. Now..."

Lin Mo understood what he meant.

Zhou Yue was summoned to the present day, exactly 90 years ago.

He happened to arrive at the Dragon Clan's Secret Realm at that time.

The Dragon Clan Secret Realm is clearly not open yet.

Even if you are eligible to participate, you can't get in.

He looked down at the dragon scale and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he looked up at the enormous city.

"Since we're already here, there's no reason to turn back."

As Lin Mo spoke, he took a step and walked down the mountain.

Yin Xue rested on his shoulder and didn't say anything more.

Mianmian tucked the dragon scale back into her bosom and shrank into her collar.

Xiao Hong stayed on the hillside, found a tree, and started eating the leaves.

The city gates of Youlong City were unbelievably tall.

The two doors are carved from a single block of stone.

The interior of the doorway was pitch black, with only two eerie green flames burning on either side, illuminating the figure at the entrance.

That was a dragon.

It is not humanoid, not half-dragon, but a real dragon.

It stood there, a full ten feet tall, its entire body covered in silvery-white scales, each the size of a shield, like armor.

Its head was lowered, and its amber vertical pupils stared coldly at the approaching black-robed man.

Two puffs of white vapor, smelling of sulfur, came out of his nostrils.

Lin Mo stopped in front of the city gate.

He had to tilt his head back to see the dragon's entire head.

Yin Xue muttered to himself.

"Other races also have different levels of discrimination in the eyes of the dragons. Elves are slightly better, dwarves are barely acceptable, as for humans..."

She pouted.

"It belongs to the lowest tier."

Lin Mo nodded.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to cause trouble."

He took the dragon scale from Mianmian's bosom, held it in his hand, and walked towards the city gate.

The silver dragon finally moved.

It raised its head, and its massive body slowly stood up, the scales rubbing together with a metallic sound.

It lowered its head, bringing its enormous face close to Lin Mo's, its amber vertical pupils staring at him for a long time.

Then he spoke, his voice like rolling stones, echoing across the square outside the city.

"Insignificant and despicable humans, show me your pass."

Lin Mo raised the dragon scale in his hand.

The dark gold scales in his palm contrasted sharply with the silver scales of the silver dragon.

The silver dragon lowered its head, glanced at the dragon scale, and narrowed its amber vertical pupils slightly.

It was silent for a moment, then stretched out its claw, picked up the dragon scale from his hand, brought it close to its eyes, and examined it from all angles.

The movement was slow, as if it were examining a piece of insignificant trash. Then it released its paw.

Dragon scales fell from a great height, landing at Lin Mo's feet. They bounced twice on the stone slab before rolling to his feet.

"This item is not a pass."

Silver Dragon's voice remained deep, but with a hint of impatience.

"You are not allowed to enter the city."

Lin Mo frowned slightly.

Blood flew from his shoulder, and his little face was full of anger.

"Why isn't this a pass?! Isn't this a dragon scale?!"

Her voice was shrill and particularly jarring in the empty square.

The silver dragon lowered its head, its amber vertical pupils fixed on the small red figure.

It glanced at Yin Xue, then looked away.

"This is indeed a dragon scale, but..."

Its voice was very calm.

"Unless you can prove that this dragon scale was bestowed upon you by the dragons themselves, I might even suspect that you stole it. After all, you humans are such a race."

It lay down again, resting its massive head on its front paws.

He closed his eyes halfway and stopped looking at them.

Yin Xue was so angry that her face turned red. She pointed her little paw at the silver dragon, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly, but she didn't know what to say.

Zhou Yue's voice came from the black sword, tinged with weariness.

"Forget it, we can set up camp in the surrounding area first. I know what I can do to gain their trust. It will take at least three months, at most six months, to get into the city."

Three months?

Half a year?

How is that possible?

Lin Mo looked down at the dragon scale at his feet and remained silent for a long time. Then he smiled.

The smile was faint, just a slight upturn of the corners of the mouth, but something suddenly appeared in those eyes.

"Senior, there is another way."

Zhou Yue was stunned for a moment.

Yin Xue was also stunned.

Lin Mo bent down, picked up the dragon scale, and stuffed it back into his pocket.

Then he placed his hand on the hilt of the black sword.

The silver dragon seemed to sense something, and frowned as it looked at Lin Mo.

"Kid, what do you want?"

bass--

A streak of red light flashed by.

It was so fast that it didn't even leave an afterimage.

Silver Dragon's eyes were still open, his mouth was still agape, and the question was still stuck in his throat.

Then, its head slid off its neck.

The ten-zhang-tall silver body crashed to the ground, and blood gushed out like a fountain, spreading across the bluish-gray stone slab.

The enormous dragon head rolled to Lin Mo's feet, its eyes still wide open, its vertical pupils frozen in a final moment of bewilderment.

Lin Mo sheathed his sword, raised his head, and looked at the Young Dragon City with its gates wide open.

"Siege".