Inside a grand hall in the Imperial City, Xiao Yan, Hai Bo Dong, Elder Jia, and the others sat apart from one another.
"Little Friend Yan, are you married?"
Elder Jia leaned forward with a genial smile as he spoke to Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan tilted his head helplessly and looked toward Hai Bo Dong beside him.
"Calling me over so early in the morning—this is the good thing you were talking about? You just wanted to play matchmaker for your old buddy."
Xiao Yan fixed Hai Bo Dong with a sharp stare, silently conveying everything through his eyes.
"Hehe." Knowing he was in the wrong, Hai Bo Dong lowered his head and avoided Xiao Yan's gaze.
"Ah!" Xiao Yan sighed, then turned back to see Elder Jia's old face blooming like a chrysanthemum, still watching him with eager anticipation.
In the end, Xiao Yan said helplessly, "You said you had something good for me and tricked me into coming here. I thought you were going to give me the Nether Sea Flood Dragon Beast. I figured the Xiao Clan would soon gain another Dou Emperor-level fighter, so I hurried over. Who would have thought you were deceiving me instead?"
"The Nether Sea Flood Dragon Beast?" Elder Jia's gaze shifted evasively when he heard Xiao Yan asking for the Imperial Family's second strongest combatant.
"Hehe, the Nether Sea Flood Dragon may be a little stupid, but I can't give it to you. If the Imperial Family loses it, this old man alone won't be able to withstand the Misty Cloud Sect." Elder Jia smiled awkwardly.
"Fine, what a pity. Please tell the Nether Sea Flood Dragon that I'll come play with it again when I have the time." Xiao Yan propped his cheek up with his right hand and yawned.