A Brocade Cloud Robe in the Dead of Night

"Brother, today you defeated Nanhai Longze with seven swords. Your combat strength has surpassed mine, but rest assured—I am about to enter the Remnant Dragon Palace. By the time I emerge, I should be able to keep pace with you! Should we have the chance to fight shoulder to shoulder, we brothers will complement one another!" Long Wentian raised his great bowl and heavily clinked it against Lin Su's. Baiyunbian splashed everywhere.

"What do you mean, should we have the chance? The chance will definitely come!" Lin Su said. "Didn't you hear what that Madman of the North Sea said today? The East Sea is about to face a great war."

"Brother..." Long Shang was slightly startled. "This is a war of the Dragon Clan. You..."

"Brother Shang! I understand what you mean, but there is no need to worry. On the day the East Sea Dragon Palace is besieged by the hundred clans, send word to me, and I will come fight beside you!"

Long Wentian and Long Shang looked at one another, both seeing excitement in the other's eyes...

The Dragon Clan valued blood ties, but they valued gratitude even more. Lin Su had already done so much for the Dragon Clan—how could they let him step into a deathtrap for their sake again?

"Brother, your spirit soars to the heavens, your crimson heart is unmatched. We brothers truly have no words to express ourselves. But brother, you are human by birth, and you have a splendid future among humankind. If anything should happen to you, how could the East Sea Dragon Palace ever face your family?"

Lin Su set down his wine bowl. "My two Dragon brothers, to tell you the truth, my wish to aid the East Sea Dragon Palace is not for brotherhood, nor is