The Imperial Capital.
Inside an elegant, luxurious villa, Fei Yang stood before a cluster of dark blue flames. Cao Li, Fang Zhi, and five others wore robes and chanted spells devoutly at the fire. Each of them wore a ring, from which the eerie blue flames emerged.
Boom~!
The blue flames suddenly surged more than three meters high, and an enormous humanoid face with dragon horns emerged from within them. Somewhat irritated, he said, "Why did you summon me at this time? Shouldn't you have conducted the summoning ritual on the final day of the transfer?"
The seven men hurriedly dropped to their knees in terror, cold sweat streaming down their foreheads. Cao Li, who led them, spoke in a changed voice as he respectfully said, "Great God, we summoned you because there is an important matter. Under the illumination of your glorious radiance and the guidance of your divine grace, the highest administrative officer of East Sea Province is willing to serve faithfully at your side. He has brought important intelligence and hopes to receive your blessing."
Bain, Grand Elder of the Dragonkin Clan, paid no attention to Cao Li's flattery. He stared at Fei Yang, the only one still standing, and said, "State your purpose."
Fei Yang blinked, pretending to be at a loss. Stammering slightly, he said, "I-I want power. The Iron Blood Brotherhood and Lu Yang don't respect me. They only treat me as a puppet. I want to change this situation, but please don't harm the humans of East Sea. Under your guidance, they too hope to bathe in your divine grace."
Through his conversations with Cao Li and the others, along with explanations from the sycophants, Bain had already fully understood this human way of life, where status was judged not by strength but