Fang Yun said gravely, "I have indeed rendered no small service in the outside world, but this is still my first time recording military merit in the Military Hall. You cannot let down your guard merely because I am the Literary Star Dragon Noble. How about this? Request verification from the Military Hall and the Dragon Court once more. I require them to issue an official document proving that there is no mistake with this military peerage."
Hearing this, the two of them vaguely realized that Fang Yun did not seem dissatisfied with having too little military merit—he was worried that he had too much.
"By your command." Gui Ling gave it no further thought and immediately applied to the Military Hall and Dragon Court for official documents.
Black Dragon Emperor Ao Tu was filled with solemn admiration. He lowered his head slightly and said, "Lord Literary Star Dragon Noble, Water Race as rigorous and humble as you are truly rare. Perhaps this is one of the reasons you were able to become the Literary Star Dragon Noble. Aside from you, every other Water Race member who reaches the battlefield bares fangs and brandishes claws, wishing the entire Dragon City knew of his accomplishments. Some even curse furiously when their converted military merit is reduced. Never has there been anyone like you, who possesses a sea of military merit yet remains neither arrogant nor impetuous."
"Taking military merit seriously is what every Water Race member ought to do," Fang Yun declared with righteous severity.
Ao Tu nodded heavily, his respect for Fang Yun growing even deeper.
Only then did Fang Yun recall that before the Cataclysmic War, the Dragon Race had been exceedingly proud. Many dragons were much like the Banner descendants of the Ancient Hua Kingdom—lavish and extravagant, incompetent