The Ninth-Level Flood Dragon Ao Tian
The Silver-robed Elder's aura was unfathomably deep. Clearly, he was a Flood Dragon who had spent many years in human form.
He looked Yin'er up and down, then asked in some confusion, "Who are you? How come I've never seen you in the Coral Sea? You took human form at Level Seven? That's strange."
"Who are you? Are you the one roasting meat?"
"I'm Ao Tian. Who are your elders? I've lived in the Coral Sea for over a thousand years. How come I've never heard of a Flood Dragon taking human form at Level Seven?" The Silver-robed Elder introduced himself, then asked in a low voice.
He sensed the aura of a Flood Dragon on Yin'er and instinctively assumed she was one of his kind.
"There are plenty of things you've never seen. I'm asking you, are you roasting meat? Could you give me some?" Yin'er wasn't afraid in the least. She stared fixedly at the Silver Flood Dragon undergoing its tribulation.
Ao Tian was instantly enraged by her words. His son was undergoing tribulation, and he was personally standing guard. Yet this little Level Seven girl had actually said he was roasting meat.
Though furious, he didn't attack Yin'er. First, she gave off a Flood Dragon's aura, so he thought she was one of his kind. Second, Yin'er was riding in a Fourth-Grade Flying Carriage, pulled by a Level Eight Yao Beast. He figured her background must be extraordinary—she might even be descended from a Sacred Beast—so he didn't dare offend her lightly.
"My youngest son is undergoing tribulation. I'm not roasting meat," Ao Tian said, forcibly suppressing his anger as he explained.
"Oh, I see! Then never mind! Let's go! The master probably isn't here. We'll look somewhere else."
"Wait. What