Long Zhuo (5,000+ words)

Just as Yuan Tian entered Liubo Mountain, a group arrived at the place he had left. They were Dragon Clan experts.

Yuan Tian had never met their leader, but the two had quite a "history." He was Long Zhuo, the Dragon Clan Second Elder—and the father of Dragon Eighth, whom Yuan Tian had killed when he first made his name.

Dragon Eighth ranked eighth among his generation, and Dragon Eighth was also his name. It did not mean Long Zhuo had eight sons or daughters. There was no need to misunderstand.

One look at Long Zhuo's arrival made it clear that nothing good was afoot. For Yuan Tian, at least, it hardly seemed like good news.

Long Zhuo, the Dragon Clan Second Elder, had the strength of a Quasi-Sage, equivalent to First Corpse Severing. His cultivation ran deep, and he held real power in the Dragon Clan. Otherwise, how could his good-for-nothing son Dragon Eighth have been so arrogant? With such a powerful backer, he had chased Pang Heng, who had not yet achieved Transformation, all over the place—no, all over the Eastern Sea—until Pang Heng had no fight left in him.

Like the Ancestral Dragon, Long Zhuo had not taken part in the battle over the Innate Supreme Treasure that had shaken the entire Primordial Wilderness eight hundred years ago. He had stayed away because he was waiting for someone, someone he had awaited for so many years he had lost count: Yuan Tian.

Unless the Dragon Clan faced a matter of life and death, Long Zhuo would not leave the Eastern Sea. Fortunately, no such crisis had arisen, so he had had no reason to go anywhere. Not that he had wanted to.

When Yuan Tian killed Dragon Eighth, the Dragon Clan flew into a rage. The uproar