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

Serafina paused slightly in her hand holding the teacup.

The elder slowly said, "I have lived for thousands of years and have seen countless powerful figures, geniuses, and regional overlords who have come to Silvermoon Peak to pay homage. That human youth, in terms of cultivation, bloodline, and family background, does not seem to be the best choice."

"Your Majesty has seen it all, why did you choose him?"

Serafina did not answer immediately.

She put down her teacup, her gaze passing over the elder's shoulder and landing on the winding mountain path outside the palace gate.

That path leads to the foot of the mountain, to the first barrier of Silver Moon Peak.

She remembered clearly that many years ago, a weary young man came from that road.

He climbed slowly, even somewhat awkwardly, slipping several times on steep sections, his knees hitting the rocks and blood seeping out, staining his trousers red, but he never stopped.

She was standing on the observation deck, watching the black dot slowly move upwards, like an ant that didn't know its own limitations trying to gnaw at a mountain.

After a long time, he finally stood outside the barrier and looked up at the summit.

Serafina looked at him more closely and thought: Why does this human exude the aura of another dragon race?

So she raised her hand, released the barrier, and let him in.

Later, that human settled down on Silvermoon Peak.

I stayed there for more than half a year.

Every day, they would come to her palace in different ways: one day they would bring a bunch of wildflowers picked from the foot of the mountain, the next day they would recite a poem copied from some book, and the day after that they would bring a pot of stewed soup that was so mushy that they would say, "Your Majesty, please try this soup that I modified according to a secret recipe from the human court."

She took a sip; the taste wasn't particularly good, but he stood beside her, eagerly waiting for her to finish it, so she didn't say anything.

During that time, he kept repeating the same phrase, not loudly, but she could hear it clearly while sitting in the hall.

"We absolutely have to succeed this time! This is the third time we've faced the Dragon Girl boss!"

She didn't know what "strategy" meant, but she thought this person was so strange. He had fallen so many times, the soup he brought wasn't very good, and he said things she couldn't quite understand every day, but he never felt ashamed.

Then one day, he finally stood in front of her and said he wanted to sign a contract with her.

She simply replied, "I'll think about it."

He turned around and left, never to be seen again.

Our gaze returned to the mountain road.

Serafina glanced down at the half-cooled Moonlight Tea in her cup, her fingertips gently stroking the rim, her expression revealing little emotion.

The candlelight beside me flickered.

She kept her eyes downcast, not looking at the elder, her voice flat:

"The elder just asked me why it was him—perhaps, this is fate."

She stood up, holding her teacup, and walked to the window.

Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down her shoulders, and the sunlight bathed her, gilding her entire figure with a pale gold hue.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in the sky, Luo Ye was speeding back home.

The dual wings of light unfurled behind him, and the silver and dark gold streaks flashed through the clouds, making him more than three times faster than an ordinary flyer.

He sped along, traversing thousands of mountains and seas of clouds, and in less than two hours, he had completely entered the territory of the Eternal Night Mountain Range.

The closer Luo Ye got to the Eternal Night Dragon's Nest, the more cautious and careful he became.

To completely conceal his whereabouts, he deliberately took a huge detour, entering from the most remote and deserted branch on the north side of the Eternal Night Mountains, and flying along the dense forest area where high-level magical beasts congregate in the back mountains.

Using the chaotic aura of the ferocious beasts, she perfectly concealed the lingering scent of moonlight and traces of silver dragon magic on her body, eliminating any possibility of being discovered.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual around him, he landed in a secluded woodland some distance from the dragon's nest, retracted his light wings, and walked the last stretch of the way.

After all, if the black dragon guard at the gate discovered that he had flown back from the direction of Silvermoon Peak, things would get complicated.

Fortunately, the rest of the journey was uneventful.

Luo Ye finally caught sight of the magnificent and imposing giant city wall of the Dragon's Nest, which was entirely made of obsidian, and breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Good, no one noticed he had left.

He quietly circled around to the entrance of the secret passage behind the Dragon's Nest, preparing to sneak in from there.

But just a second before he lifted his foot to step into the entrance of the secret passage, a lazy, nonchalant voice suddenly came from above the rock above his head:

"...You? You're back?"

Luo Ye froze instantly, his feet rooted to the spot, his heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.

He stiffly turned his head slowly and saw the Black Dragon Guardian Salta lazily squatting on the giant rock above his head, looking as if he had just woken up.

"Where did you go? I went for a walk in the back mountain after I woke up. There were bloodstains and bones by the stream, but I didn't see you. I thought you were dragged into the mountains by some high-level magical beast and made into soup."

"We encountered a few troublesome magical beasts on the way, which took a little longer," Luo Ye said without batting an eye.

Salta stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly yawned, lazily sprawled out on the rock, and flicked his tail: "Alright, alright, at least you're back. His Majesty repeatedly told me to keep a close eye on you before he went into seclusion. If you had really gotten lost, I wouldn't have been able to explain it to His Majesty."

After saying that, he yawned again, swayed back to the rock platform, and collapsed back down.

Looking at the sleeping god in front of him, Luo Ye felt a little numb. Was it really a good idea to entrust the safety of the Eternal Night Dragon Clan to this kind of guy?

However, he thought again that this was the dragon clan's stronghold, and there was no fool who would dare to cause trouble here.

He dared not linger, quickly slipped into the secret passage, and slipped back to his private room.

He slammed the door shut behind him before letting out a long, silent sigh.

We're finally back safe and sound.

But Luo Ye didn't dare to relax. He immediately stuffed the outer garment he was wearing, which was stained with the scent of moonlight, into a corner under the bed, and then carefully smelled the sleeves to make sure there was no lingering moonlight and floral fragrance.

He even carefully checked his entire body to make sure that not a single strand of Serafina's silver hair had fallen out, eliminating any trace of exposure.

After finishing the cleaning, he lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a while.

Meanwhile, in the Dragon Source Palace, the deepest part of the Eternal Night Dragon Nest, undercurrents were quietly brewing.

The entire Dragon Origin Palace is isolated from the sun and moon, with no distinction between day and night. There is no external light whatsoever, only an extremely dense, almost liquid, dark purple shadow origin mist that slowly flows, swirls, and entwines within the palace, filled with the oppressive aura of the supreme dragon race.

On the stone wall, layers upon layers of ancient barrier runes slowly flowed and flickered, the dense barrier completely isolating all magical fluctuations from the outside world.

This place is completely isolated from the outside world; it is the exclusive secluded cultivation domain of the Eternal Night Dragon King.

Beneath the dragon vein sculpture at the heart of the palace, Eluvia was curled up in the core area where the shadow essence was most concentrated, devoting herself entirely to seclusion and healing.

She has shed her usual docile and cuddly miniature form and revealed her true half-dragon form.

The jet-black dragon wings, spanning tens of meters, gently folded and pressed against its back. The long dragon tail, covered with dark purple primordial runes, coiled around its side. Its scales were jet black and translucent, each one flowing with the luster of a top-tier shadow dragon vein.

The pure and profound source of shadow essence flowed continuously from the depths of the dragon vein ten thousand meters underground, pouring into her body through the gaps in her scales and meridians, gradually repairing the deep-seated injuries to her essence left by the battle in the Rift Valley.

Her breathing was long and steady. With each breath, the shadow elements of the entire Dragon Origin Palace flowed and pulsed, like the heart of the Eternal Night Dragon Nest, steady, powerful, and ever-renewing.

Everything proceeded smoothly according to the planned healing schedule.

But at a certain moment—

Eluvia's tightly furrowed brows suddenly tightened slightly, and a strange, inexplicable unease welled up in her heart.

This feeling is ethereal and inexplicable, yet it's clearer than the last time.

Like her own exclusive, one-of-a-kind treasure, it quietly underwent some irreversible and irreparable subtle change without her even realizing it.