Long Feng weighed things in his heart, and his expression softened. His previously aloof, even unruly attitude had also become more restrained. He laughed and said,
"Ha ha, no matter what, Dragon King Meng and I can be considered members of the same clan. Let us first go inside the Crystal Palace to talk, so that I may properly entertain Dragon King Meng. What do you think?"
In a head-on duel, in martial combat, Long Feng had absolutely no chance of winning. Setting aside Meng Zhao's own cultivation and bloodline, both of which surpassed his, the mere presence of Lord Bei and Zhao Rulíng, two Celestials, was enough to keep him from acting rashly.
Thus, reining in his bad temper, adopting a gentler posture, building ties with Meng Zhao, and planning for the future—that was the proper course of action.
Although Meng Zhao could not guess Long Feng's deepest thoughts and did not know that the other man coveted and eyed his bloodline, he also understood that this Dragon Clan prodigy's change in attitude had come a little too quickly and did not accord with common sense.
Still, he was confident in his cultivation and divine arts, all of which stood among the finest in the world. Unless a Gods and Devils powerhouse made a move, no one could threaten him. Thus, he did not consider whether the Crystal Palace held any traps or ambushes within, and readily nodded.
He then looked toward the black flood dragon and fire flood dragon still confronting each other in midair. Both savage creatures were ferocious and terrifying. If they began fighting, although Meng Zhao was confident that Little Nine could tear its opponent apart, it would likely sustain some injuries itself.
After all, this lake, shrouded in white mist and bubbling like boiling