Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan.
In the reception hall, Ao Jianshen, the Jiaolong Clan Leader, wore an expression so gloomy it had reached the extreme.
He had thought the young master of the Cloud Swallowing Python Clan had merely mentioned it in passing. Yet just a few days later, the Cloud Swallowing Python Clan had sent people to his door to formally propose marriage.
It looked like a marriage proposal, but in truth, they had come merely to notify them: on the fifteenth of this month, the Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan was to personally deliver the jewel of their clan to the Cloud Swallowing Python Clan.
Had some ordinary person come to their door and "proposed" in such an overbearing manner, Ao Jianshen would have sent him to meet the demon god with a single claw.
But the person leading them was no ordinary figure!
Ao Jianshen's eyes were ice-cold as he stared intently at the figure below. "I never expected even someone like you to have pledged allegiance to the Cloud Swallowing Python Clan!"
This was a white-haired old man. He appeared short and hunched, yet an alarming aura seemed to drift faintly from his body.
The old man grinned. "This old man never wished to meddle in the affairs of the many Demon Cultivator clans in Northern Luzhou. But even the Mystic Moon Demon Wolf Clan must live by the grace of the Cloud Swallowing Python Clan."
"Clan Leader Ao, you are a smart man. If your Old Ancestor were still within the clan, the Cloud Swallowing Python Clan would not dare set its sights on you."
"But now, you would do better to recognize the times. Otherwise, if the Old Ancestor of the Cloud Swallowing Python Clan is enraged, can the current Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan truly withstand