The Dragon Race was highly proud. Even if the Red-Scaled Flood Dragon Race were only draconic descendants, they were still part of the Dragon Race.
In fact, true dragons had been born within the Red-Scaled Flood Dragon Race, with Golden Dragons numbering in the thousands. That was a true Dragon Race.
Unfortunately, the recent string of events had dealt their pride a severe blow.
Most importantly, their ancestor had been ambushed by Immortal Cultivators from the Immortal Cloud Palace and gravely injured—or rather, left half-dead. Several experts at the ancestor's side had also been killed or wounded.
If their ancestor had not been so severely injured, the proud Red-Scaled Flood Dragon Race would never have gone to the Ascending Dragon Hall to "ask for help."
It was not merely their ancestor's grave injuries that had crushed the Red-Scaled Flood Dragon Race's pride. That had only been the final blow. Before that, they had already suffered severe losses in their battles against the Immortal Cloud Palace.
That was why Chiyan Zuanfeng had acted as he did today, seeking to suspend the negotiations and focus all their strength on facing the Immortal Cloud Palace's challenge.
But there was a problem. Did a simple notice really require Chiyan Zuanfeng himself?
That was why Jiang Hong had opened with "mere Immortal Cultivators." The moment he spoke, he blocked off whatever Chiyan Zuanfeng might have been about to say.
Weren't you dragons proud? Then keep being proud. Don't lower your heads—the crown might fall off.
Chu Fei watched coldly from the side. At first, he had not understood what Chiyan Zuanfeng had come for either. Only after hearing Jiang Hong's words and seeing Jiang Hong's expression did he realize it.
It was not that Chu Fei was stupid. He simply had never cared much about