Just as Li Tian prepared to strike with all his strength, an angry shout came from afar.
The dragons, and even Li Tian, all turned to look.
A middle-aged man was walking toward them step by step. With his hands clasped behind his back, he trod through the void as he approached, his face brimming with majesty.
"Greetings, Exalted One."
The dragons all bowed at once. Even Li Tian could not help freezing where he stood.
Why was this guy here?
"Ye Lin, this time it was my Dragon Clan that was at fault. You may leave now."
"Let us pretend that nothing ever happened between you and my Dragon Clan."
The middle-aged man came before Ye Lin and spoke calmly, as though he were discussing something utterly ordinary.
"Oh? If you had said that to me an hour ago, I might have agreed."
"But now, I've already recovered."
The corner of Ye Lin's mouth curled into a cold smile.
Was this a joke?
He had now fully recovered to his peak condition. He could fight—and kill—another round.
And now they were telling him everything was fine?
Well, he was not happy with that.
"What do you want, then?"
The middle-aged man's brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed through his eyes.
I have personally come to speak with you face-to-face, and you dare make demands of me?
"Leave him behind. I want his life, and I want the life of that fellow who has been shouting nonstop as well."
"Leave me the lives of those two, and I can leave right now."
"Otherwise, I will continue."
"I trust that this senior has no reason to make a move against me, either?"
Ye Lin narrowed his eyes, looking at the middle-aged man with a smile that was not