The welcome ceremony was fairly simple—one could even call it crude. It was not that the Red-Scaled Flood Dragon Race was being discourteous; dragons had always been like this. One of the Eight Dragon Kings, the Blazing Sun Golden Goblet Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, had personally come out to receive them. That alone was the greatest sincerity.
The arrangements afterward were even simpler. Everyone stayed in a single great hall.
Well, it was not exactly a great hall. It was simply a dragon residence. But to humans, it might as well have been a great hall.
A Divine Dragon was easily dozens of meters long, while top-tier Divine Dragons measured dozens of kilometers, even tens of kilometers in length. To humans, they were all colossal creatures.
Chu Fei and the others' temporary residence was one of the Dragon King's palaces. Its size was unremarkable by dragon standards, but for humans, even a flying ship could be parked inside the bedroom.
Dragons also had a leisurely sense of time. One "Dragon Year" was equivalent to a little over twelve Yanhuang Calendar years. Here in the Blazing Flame Zone, one day was roughly equivalent to seven Yanhuang days.
Thus, the reception scheduled for the next day was actually four days later for the people of Ascending Dragon Hall.
For now, after settling in, everyone first discussed what they would be doing "tomorrow."
Today's welcome could only be considered an opportunity to familiarize themselves with one another and briefly exchange views on the direction of cooperation. The actual negotiations would have to wait until tomorrow.
However, one matter was certain: the contest between the younger generation had been confirmed, made explicit, and could not be changed.
Or rather, the contest itself was a prerequisite for the negotiations.
Night gradually fell across the continent of