"A Dragon Crystal?" Wang Meng looked at the cold object in his hand. It was crystal clear, and a power seemed to flow within it, yet it gave off no discernible aura.
Mo Chen tapped his tobacco pipe. "If this were twenty years ago, I definitely would have tried to snatch it at any cost. A Dragon Crystal is something the Dragon Race only gives to those they consider friends. Giant Dragons have a natural sensitivity to treasures, and the Dragon Race are the kings among them. As far as I know, fewer than ten people in history have ever received a Dragon Crystal, and those ten were almost all the most powerful beings of the last millennium. So you should probably put it away."
