I dressed up as the meanest pet dealer in the fantasy world, and the original owner was about to be executed for stealing a dead egg.
But the "dead egg" they were talking about was clearly the bloodline of the Dragon Clan's ancestor that would never be seen in ten thousand years.
I bit my fingertip and dripped blood on the eggshell.
The moment the eggshell cracked, the entire auction house was shrouded in dragon power, and everyone knelt down in shock and begged for mercy.
The little dragon cub that had just hatched was rubbing its wet head against my palm.
