The fifth floor of the Drunken Immortal Tower was deathly silent.
The Golden Dragon King looked at the two bodies on the floor, their eyes hollow, their forms like husks stripped of their souls. Not a ripple crossed his naturally commanding face.
He did not spare them another glance. He merely waved a hand at Ao Chun.
Ao Chun was already drenched in sweat. At the gesture, he felt as though he had been granted a pardon. He immediately understood and carefully channeled his power into two gentle streams of green light, which wrapped around the two Mahayana cultivators of the Sea King Race. Then he hurried them downstairs.
From beginning to end, neither the Golden Dragon King nor Ao Chun mentioned the Profound Heaven Spirit Treasure Zhao Hao had taken—the Profound Heaven Azure Sea Pearl.
It was as if the treasure, enough to make countless Mahayana cultivators green with envy, did not exist.
With that minor matter settled, the Golden Dragon King turned his gaze back to Zhao Hao.
The faint pressure from before had vanished. He now looked at Zhao Hao as an equal, with even a trace of appreciative scrutiny in his expression.
He picked up the wine jug, filled his own cup, and raised it in invitation.
"I heard from Ao Chun that you began as a Rogue Cultivator, Fellow Daoist Zhao. To possess such heaven-shaking power is truly impressive."
The Golden Dragon King spoke calmly, yet his voice carried a force that could win people over.
"Would you be interested in joining my Dragon Realm, Fellow Daoist Zhao?"
Here it comes.
Zhao Hao chuckled inwardly, though his expression did not change.
He toyed unhurriedly with the white jade cup in his hand. Clear wine swayed gently inside it, reflecting his calm face.
He did not