The Ascending Dragon Assembly had ended ten days ago. After finishing his matches, Lu Xiaotian had gone straight to the Number Three Arena and sat down with his eyes closed.
"Senior, should we wake this outsider, Fellow Daoist Ying? He has defeated so many dragons from our two great tribes in succession, yet his cultivation is not even considered top-tier among dragons at the Heavenly Immortal level. It is truly peculiar."
At that moment, an old dragon-headed man with completely white hair and beard came to Wen Kaishan's side and spoke in a low voice.
"The matter of Brother Ying was settled long ago. Brother Ying only displayed so many formidable divine abilities in the battles because he has an open and upright heart. Otherwise, wouldn't it have been better for him to stop sooner? Even if someone wants to question him, that isn't your business." Wen Yan immediately retorted upon seeing the old dragon's shifting expression.
"That may be true, but the sooner we learn about the dragons from the outside world, the better." The old dragon was named Min Kun. His direct grandson, Min Zichong, was one of the Heavenly Immortal-level dragons defeated by Lu Xiaotian. If Lu Xiaotian took one of the spots, Min Zichong could only rank fourth and would miss the top three of this Ascending Dragon Assembly.
If Lu Xiaotian were squeezed out, one spot among the top three would open up. The benefits of that spot were far more than merely receiving the competition's rewards—it also represented becoming a priority recipient of the tribe's resources in the future, as well as one of the core candidates for advancing to the Golden Immortal level. Whether Lu Xiaotian entered the top three meant little to him as an outsider, but it meant a great deal