"Mm, good. We have nothing more to teach you. After we pass on, you will be able to control this Dragon Fall Secret Realm through the Nine Dragon Divine Patterns. Even without further energy infusion, it can still endure for around a thousand years. You may use it for the cultivation of any disciples or juniors you favor."
The Mountain Dragon King turned and looked around before seeming to recall something. "Zhige, come in."
Upon hearing the Mountain Dragon King's words, Murong Zhige appeared within the secret realm in less than a breath and bowed to him. "Senior."
Seeing Murong Zhige enter, the Mountain Dragon King stepped forward and patted his shoulder. "Zhige, when you first came here, you were still a young man. Now you are already over a hundred years old. You have guarded us old fellows here for half your life. It has been hard on you."
At the Mountain Dragon King's words, a rare trace of emotion appeared in Murong Zhige's normally unruffled eyes. He immediately dropped to one knee and bowed. "Senior, when Murong Zhige accidentally arrived here back then, you did not drive me away. Instead, you taught me your supreme arts. I owe all that I am today to your guidance. I will never forget your kindness."
The Mountain Dragon King smiled. "Haha, who would have thought? That fearless, sharp-tongued, narcissistic brat from back then can now say something like this. Good, very good.
"To be honest, I never expected you, brat, to reach your current level. So long as no gods appear, you are invincible on this continent."
"Enough. We old fellows now have successors, and there is nothing left to do here. You should leave as well. I heard you have a great-granddaughter now. Go back, see the child, and enjoy