Jiao Dragons, in their impression, were things that existed only in mythological stories.
How could there be an actual one?
And more outrageous, Jiao Dragon meat even ended up on their dining table.
"No wonder it tastes so good, turns out it's Jiao Dragon meat." But Wang Qingyue, who came from a big family, wasn't too shocked.
Instead, she found it quite normal.
Since she started cultivating, she had been exposed to many family secrets and was very knowledgeable about the cultivation world.
"Chen Yang, you're not joking, right? Are you sure what's in the pot is that kind of Jiao from TV, with four claws and dragon horns?" Yang Ruoxi was greatly astonished.
"Of course it's real, when have I ever lied to you?" Chen Yang nodded with a smile.
"Oh my gosh..." Yang Ruoxi was somewhat scared and didn't dare to pick up her chopsticks.
Chen Yang couldn't help but laugh and quickly picked up another piece for her.
