Divine Dragon Hall.
In the vast, gloomy, ancient hall, the sound of footsteps grew louder and louder.
The Demon Dragon King strode forward, his face uneasy and his expression tense as he approached the towering dragon throne at the very back, step by step. The brazier crackled and burned. Xiao, seated upon the lofty dragon throne, narrowed his eyes as if dozing, yet seemed to leave a sliver open to observe the outside world, quietly listening as the footsteps drew near.
No matter how many times he came here, he felt nervous and afraid every time.
The footsteps stopped, and the hall once again fell deathly silent. The Demon Dragon King bowed to Xiao, high above him.
Xiao opened his eyes and looked down, his smile like a spring breeze, yet the Demon Dragon King could not feel the slightest warmth.
"Demon Dragon, is there any news of the White Dragon Girl?"
"Th-the White Dragon is still fighting the Devil Race on the Gods and Demons Battlefield. The battle has lasted more than a year, and the battlefield is chaotic. Our spies cannot ascertain the details, but we can confirm that the White Dragon is still alive."
"Of course she is alive. Erlang Shen will not stand idly by. Besides, the current Devil Race cannot kill a divine beast either."
The hall became quiet again. Xiao seemed to be pondering something.
After hesitating for a moment, the Demon Dragon King cautiously spoke.
"There is an outsider seeking an audience. He says... he says he is an envoy of the Saint."
At that, the corners of Xiao's lips lifted slightly.
"The Saint? He has been appearing more and more frequently. Heh. Let him enter."
"Yes."
The Demon Dragon King, head lowered and back bent, hesitated slightly before withdrawing. It had been