Suppressing the Water Dragon

Long Zhou then continued privately inviting the Primordial Supremes of the Water Dragon Race.

Just as he had expected, the other dragon races did not revere Feng Qinglan as much as the Fire Dragon Race did.

When Long Zhou asked for the Primordial Source, the Water Dragon Race's Primordial Supreme fell silent. In a sense, these Primordial Supremes did not have to show Long Zhou any respect at all.

After all, Long Zhou was merely a prodigy from one branch of the Void Purple Dragon Clan. If Long Zhou's father had come, they would naturally have offered up the Primordial Source without hesitation.

But what right did a mere Great Dao Peak cultivator have?

The Five Great True Dragon Clans were extremely important vassals of the Void Purple Dragon Clan. Even the Void Purple Dragon Clan would not easily move against them.

"Young Master Long, if you have any other requests, I can agree to them. But we have other uses for this Primordial Source."

The Water Dragon Race expert had refused because the son of the Water Dragon Race's patriarch was about to break through to the Great Dao Peak and needed the Primordial Source.

To him, his own clan's Young Master was clearly more important than Long Zhou.

The furious outburst he had imagined from Long Zhou never came. Long Zhou merely slowly approached the Water Dragon Race expert and patted his shoulder.

"Personally, I would still prefer that you hand it over willingly. After all, that would avoid certain things."

"But since you refused, that happens to suit Master's wishes as well."

For a moment, the Water Dragon Race expert failed to react. Master? Long Zhou was a prodigy of the Void Purple Dragon Clan—he had a master?

Before he could process it, a mysterious force had