Mr. Dragon Knight, the dragon girls are chasing you!

These pitiful yet sincere words made Eldron's heart ache.

He looked at the little black dragon in front of him, who had been stubborn since childhood and never showed weakness easily. At this moment, the little dragon was looking up, tugging at his sleeve, with red eyes and a soft voice.

His composure almost completely collapsed at this moment.

But out of the corner of his eye, he saw Luo Ye standing at the door, frantically winking at him, his face almost twitching – his eyebrows were flying up and down, his mouth was twitching wildly, his whole face looked like he was performing a silent mime.

Eldron understood the meaning in that look: Elder, please, don't say it!

He found himself in an unprecedented dilemma.

On one side was His Majesty the Dragon King, whom he had watched grow up and whom he loved most, his watery eyes looking at him expectantly.

On one side was the Dragon Knight, the benefactor who sacrificed his lifespan to save the Eternal Night Dragon Clan. He was standing at the door frantically winking, his face screaming "Help!"

Eldron swallowed hard.

He felt as if his old bones were being roasted over a fire by two young men.

"Elder?" Eluvia took another step closer, gently tugging at Eldron's sleeve with her small hand.

"Say something! Why has that stupid dragon knight's hair turned white? Do you know something?"

Eldron opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He glanced at Eluvia's expectant eyes, then at Luo Ye's pleading gaze.

Finally, the elder took a deep breath and made a decision that went against the wishes of their ancestors—

He crouched down, bringing himself and Eluvia to eye level. His aged hand gently covered her small hand that was clutching his sleeve, and his voice, though hoarse, managed to force out a gentle smile.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, this old minister has never lied to you, and will never lie to you today."

"Based on my many years of experience, the Dragon Knight's white hair is an extremely rare ancient human recessive bloodline gene mutation."

"This mutation has been occasionally recorded in the bloodlines of ancient humans. It is a sudden manifestation of latent bloodline characteristics, usually caused by excessive use of spiritual power. It looks frightening, but it is actually not harmful to the body."

Eluvia tilted her head slightly, her face full of confusion and bewilderment: "Genetic mutation? What's that?"

Eldron said in a serious tone, "That's right. One of the manifestations of the mutation is that the hair color changes from black to white, but it does not cause any harm to the body. On the contrary, it will enhance a certain... uh... aura."

He paused, then added, "Doesn't Your Majesty think the Dragon Knight looks even more handsome and dashing now than before?"

Eluvia paused, then turned to look at Luo Ye.

In the morning light, the boy's white hair accentuated his handsome face, giving him a refined and otherworldly air. Indeed... he looked even better than before.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly turned back to her question: "Then... what about his nosebleed? Is that also a genetic mutation?"

"Uh... that's because I overdid it, causing my blood and qi to rush to the head." Eldron wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"His Majesty has fed the Dragon Knight too many rare and precious herbs, and it is normal that he cannot digest them all at once."

Eluvia frowned, seemingly trying to process this explanation.

She felt something was off, but Eldron was, after all, the oldest and most learned elder of the Night Dragon Clan, so what he said couldn't be wrong, right?

"Really?" she asked, half-believing.

"Absolutely true." Eldron nodded solemnly, his expression unchanged and his heart unmoved.

"I guarantee with my 30,000 years of integrity that if I am lying, I will not have a good end."

[System Comment: Elder, your reputation is depreciating at a visible rate.]

[System Evaluation: But to help the host cover up the lie, the old dragon is really going all out.]

Luo Ye stood silently in place, his heart finally at ease, and he breathed a long sigh of relief. He felt as if he had just walked through the gates of hell, and his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

Great, we finally managed to fool them!

He was just about to seize the opportunity to say a few words in agreement, completely turning the page on the matter and dispelling Eluvia's doubts—

A clear, cold, and sharp voice crashed down from above the dragon's nest, piercing through layers of shadowy barriers and resounding throughout the main hall plaza.

I don't think so.

Eluvia froze, abruptly turning her head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

Luo Ye's expression changed rapidly, from relief at narrowly escaping danger to astonishment and panic, and finally to a deathly pale look of utter despair.

Oh no, the smartest one has arrived.

Above the dragon's nest, a silvery-white dragon shadow that blots out the sky is slowly folding its wings. The massive dragon body outlines an elegant and inviolable silhouette against the backdrop of sunlight and shadow.

The silvery-white scales are like armor formed from thousands of pieces of moonlight, each one shimmering with a cool yet holy luster, while the tiny specks of light scattered from the wingtips resemble a fallen galaxy.

The next second, the silver light receded, and the enormous dragon body rapidly shrank within the light, transforming into a tall, slender figure with cascading silver hair, which landed steadily on the bluestone ground of the main hall square.

Serafina.

The Silver Dragon King, who sings of moonlight, has arrived.

She walked slowly toward the meditation room, her steps elegant and unhurried, her pace not fast, but each step carried the supreme pressure emanating from the Silver Dragon King, her aura so powerful that it was suffocating, and no one dared to look directly at her.

All the dragon guards on duty along the way bowed and retreated to the sides of the road, not stopping them at all.

After all, everyone knows that this Silver Dragon King of Moonlight Singing is powerful and has a status comparable to their own Majesty. Moreover, his relationship with the Dragon Knights and their own Majesty is exceptionally special, so naturally no one dares to provoke him easily.

Serafina walked straight ahead and finally stopped steadily in front of Luo Ye, so close that their breaths almost mingled.

Those silvery-white eyes slowly swept across his face, past his lips which were paler than usual, and finally settled on his snow-white hair.

Her voice remained clear and cold, yet it trembled slightly, almost uncontrollably.

"Luo Ye, your hair... why is it all white?"

Luo Ye coughed lightly, forcing a relaxed smile in a last-ditch effort to deceive, "Would you believe me if I said I dyed it myself out of boredom, just to get a new look?"

Serafina simply ignored his perfunctory explanation.

She raised her fair and slender wrist and grabbed Luo Ye's wrist, the cool touch of her fingertips instantly touching his skin.

Before Luo Ye could react, his other hand had already slipped inside his clothes, the warm and delicate palm gently kneading his burning chest, as if sensing something.

Luo Ye froze at her sudden action, and quickly lowered his voice, speaking in a volume only she could hear:

"No, no, it's a little itchy... and Elvia is watching, if she sees us, we'll be in real trouble!"

Eluvia, who was still in shock from the Silver Dragon King's arrival, snapped back to reality upon hearing this ambiguous remark. Her head was full of question marks as she stared at the two of them warily.

"Huh? What are you two doing? Whispering like that!"

"And why were you touching his chest?!"