What?

"Senior..."

A soft yet trembling voice broke the silence.

Saintess Orchid stood not far in front of Lin Fan.

She wore a flowing white gown that swayed gently in the breeze.

Her features were exquisite as jade, and a cool, otherworldly air naturally lingered between her brows. Yet now, a hint of hesitation and struggle surfaced on that lovely face.

Her fingers clenched tightly around her sleeve, her knuckles turning faintly white from the force.

After a moment, she seemed to have finally made up her mind. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage and raised her head, continuing in a trembling, uneasy voice, "I ask that Senior honor your promise."

Her voice carried an almost humble plea, like a drowning person clutching at the last piece of driftwood.

"How presumptuous."

Before Lin Fan could speak, the Primordial Ancient Dragon standing beside him with his hands behind his back darkened his expression and shouted coldly.

His voice was not loud, yet it struck like ice hitting the ground, carrying a biting pressure that made the air turn several degrees colder.

The Primordial Ancient Dragon was broad and powerfully built, his face resolute. A faint golden glow shone from his vertical pupils—the distinctive mark of the ancient dragon race.

He swept Orchid a cold glance, making no attempt to conceal the contempt and impatience in his eyes. "What do you think you are? You have no right whatsoever to demand that my master do this or that!"

"To tell you the truth, just your clansmen offending us earlier would have been enough to plunge your entire clan into a calamity beyond redemption."

"And now you're given an inch and asking for a mile!"

By the end, the Primordial Ancient Dragon's voice carried undisguised icy killing intent.

Dragon might faintly circulated