"Dragon Dad?"
The Dragon Race patriarch of Vast Continent did not immediately understand what that term meant. Just as he was about to ask, a hearty laugh drifting in from the horizon shattered the rhythm of everyone's conversation.
Everyone subconsciously turned toward the laughter.
An elderly man in a white robe threaded with gold strode through the air from the edge of the horizon. Beside him was a woman who looked every inch a lady of a prestigious household. Before they even landed, his voice arrived first.
"I have long heard that Fellow Daoist Chen is handsome and dashing, blessed with an Innate Dao Body. Seeing you today truly—"
His voice abruptly cut off again.
"..."
The elderly man in white robes and gold thread had just landed. Looking at the scene before him—the black robes on the crowd and the several white funeral wreaths around them—the smile on his face suddenly froze. After a long pause, he finally asked hoarsely.
"May I ask which elder has passed away?"
He had come to deliver gifts, but it was obvious that he had arrived at a most inopportune time. Earlier, he had swept the area with his divine sense from afar and discovered that a banquet was being held. He had thought it was a celebration feast.
The gifts floating in the air beside him on spiritual energy had even been wrapped in red paper, prepared to look festive. At this moment, however, they appeared somewhat jarring.
"It's fine."
Chen Qiu, surrounded by the crowd at the very center, raised his head to look at the pair and the gifts beside them. His eyelids lifted slightly. "Here to give gifts?"
"Uh... yes."
"How much?"
"Five million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones."
"Someone, give them seats."
Chen Qiu waved his hand briskly. He had