Of course, they were all merely supporting players. Today, there was only one true star.
"Old Geezer... are you sure it's fine for me to use Dragon God as my title?"
Qi Ji was still backstage, leaning against the dressing room wall as he asked the Dragon God's dragon soul floating beside him.
He had already put on his white formal attire, its collar fastened with meticulous care. His golden dragon eyes reflected a faint gleam in the mirror.
The dressing room lights shone on him, making his white attire glow and giving him the appearance of someone who had stepped out of a painting.
"Of course it's fine... Dragon God isn't my actual name, after all. It's merely the title of the Dragon Clan's strongest member, the god of our race."
The Dragon God spoke indifferently, his translucent dragon head swaying in the air. His tone held an easygoing acceptance that said, "Use it however you like."
His dragon soul floated inside the dressing room, occupying almost half the ceiling, but since he had no physical body, the room did not feel crowded.
"Speaking of which... what exactly is your name?"
Qi Ji could not resist asking.
Indeed... everyone knew the Dragon God only as the Dragon God. No one knew his real name.
Just as the Golden Dragon King had no name, though Gu Yuena, the Silver Dragon King, had given herself a lovely one.
The title of Dragon God was so dazzling that everyone had forgotten to ask his name.
Qi Ji suddenly realized that he had never asked either.
"Heh, heh... the past cannot be chased back. Only the woman I loved most knew my name."
The Dragon God gazed skyward at a forty-five-degree angle, lifting his enormous dragon head slightly and assuming a pose of