Wherever there were people, there was conflict. Let alone tens of millions of players gathering in one place—the mere roaring clamor they stirred up had turned the usually oppressive, silent Hidden Dragon Land into a boiling frenzy, irritating the old dragon deep in the mountains. Yet, following its extraordinarily sharp instincts, it refused to show itself.
What the old dragon feared most was not the tens of millions of noisy players outside the dragon lair.
No matter how many ants there were, they could not bite an elephant to death, much less a Giant Dragon like it.
What it feared most was the suspicious timing of these ants' arrival, and the source of their courage. It had already caught the faint scent of danger.
That fierce battle earlier had wounded it, but the long-forgotten pain had also restored sensitivity to nerves dulled by years of slumber.
As the eldest brother and leader of the Four Spirits, not only was it the strongest among them, its ability to sense danger was also the sharpest.
Thus, after lying low for so many years, the Fire Phoenix had died, the Dragon Turtle had died, and the Fire Qilin had been hammered by the Jianghu's top experts more times than anyone could count, until its head was covered in lumps. Yet it had remained safe and sound, even leaving behind the Jianghu legend that "the Divine Dragon shows its head but never its tail," prompting countless geomancers to search heaven and earth for it with every secret art of dragon-seeking and feng shui.
However, having lived through such long years, its intelligence was naturally not low either.
Over those long years, it had occasionally revealed a scale or claw in certain regions, deliberately misleading people.
Only once, when it had favored a flood dragon