As his words fell, all sounds died away.
At this moment, the wondrous radiance of the True Lords from every faction—even the Great True Lords—and the Fruit Position Stars above the Vault Sky all froze for an instant.
There was no other reason. Butian Que had said something far too explosive.
Vast Sea Dragon Lord in particular had only just taken half a step back, yet immediately withdrew it at even greater speed, his fear as intense as that of a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring.
And that was not even the most important part.
After their brief shock, the True Lords present all realized the crux of the matter: Translate that for us—what did he mean by doing it with him one more time?
"Hiss!"
For a moment, the way everyone looked at Old Dragon Lord changed.
Who would have thought? Butian Que was at least from the Sacred Sect, so it was one thing for him to play such wild games—but you, this thick-browed, big-eyed old dragon, did that too?
The world was going downhill.
Meanwhile, Old Dragon Lord was even more unable to voice his grievances. He wanted to explain, yet had no idea where to begin. His dragon face instantly twisted to the utmost extreme.
Only Butian Que's smile remained unchanged.
"What? Old Dragon, you seem quite afraid of me?"
"That's not right, is it? Back when we had fun together, you weren't like this. You treated me so well—your eyes brimming with affection, your tricks endless—"
"Roar—!"
A dragon roar that shook the heavens cut off Butian Que's increasingly scandalous words. Old Dragon Lord gritted his teeth. "Fellow Daoist Butian, one sentence: what exactly do you want?"
"Didn't I already say?"
Butian Que innocently cocked his head. "Have a round with