"Long time no see. I've come especially to pay you a visit today."
Faced with Yao Wan's greeting, Shang Jun cupped his hands and replied.
"Since a guest has come, you may as well come in and sit."
Inside the gate, Yao Wan smiled faintly and spoke. Shang Jun gave a slight nod, then took a step forward with the Thousand Mountain Workshop shopkeeper. Their figures sank into the misty haze before them.
Even though he had seen countless rare treasures on the Shang Continent, this was the first time he had ever seen a space like this.
But before he could sigh in admiration, the mist before his eyes scattered, and everything in front of him suddenly opened up.
Almost the instant he entered this space, while he instinctively observed everything around him, he caught sight of the enormous body below, which still resembled a mountain even after it had fallen.
The fallen Crimson Dragon's body could truly be called vast enough to blot out the sky.
"A Crimson Dragon?"
Behind him, the Thousand Mountain Workshop shopkeeper murmured softly. In the current Great Thousand World, there truly were not many surviving branches of the Dragon Race, and the Crimson Dragon Clan was one of them.
Even among Earth Supreme factions, the Dragon Race stood near the very top. Generally speaking, no one would be willing to offend them...
However, that was only under ordinary circumstances.
Looking at the thick scales of the Crimson Dragon, which seemed to have died not long ago and still faintly had flames rising from them, the Thousand Mountain Workshop shopkeeper was not surprised at all by the unlucky fellow's fate.
"It seems the two of you caused quite a stir after establishing the Fire Domain."
From atop the palace pavilion overlooking the Crimson Dragon