Seeing Mo Fei's astonished expression, Griffiths smiled faintly, handing over his wine glass to Mo Fei and gently clinking their glasses together.
"Prince Aidan seems somewhat surprised."
Mo Fei nodded, "Indeed, I am a bit surprised. Has Angus not told you that I am a direct descendant of the Dragon God, an awakener of ancient memories, a bearer of the Dragon Blood legacy, and moreover, the one who is going to revive the Dragon God?"
Having said all that, even Mo Fei felt a bit embarrassed.
"Hahaha." Griffiths, however, burst into laughter. "Prince Aidan really has a sense of humor. The so-called Dragon God is just an ancient legend, an unrealistic fantasy at best. Within the Pantheon of the Main Gods, there is no Dragon God, that's just a story made up by the Dragon Worship Cult in ancient times. Prince Aidan, you don't seriously believe in the existence of the Dragon God, do you?"