Soul

"Chirp!"

The Little Bird on Princess Lin Ziyu's shoulder called out.

The two Metallic Dragons who had been listening intently noticed the movement behind them and turned around together.

"Oh? Her Royal Highness the Princess, who are you?"

As one of them recognized Princess Lin Ziyu, it immediately fixed its gaze on Chen Fei, and its tone began to grow unfriendly.

While the Metallic Dragon clan was usually polite to the Slan Royal Family, the same could not be guaranteed towards strangers, and it openly revealed its fearsome fangs.

The Dragon of Slaughter's fearsome reputation was no legend.

"Hello, Yilan!"

Through the process of elimination, Chen Fei immediately knew which of the Metallic Dragons was Yilan, and he also found the shape of her Tail Spear very familiar.

He had once heard from Yilan that a particularly useful skill to differentiate Metallic Dragons was by observing their tails, as each dragon's Tail Spear was a unique trait.