"Demon King [Wu Yan], Mu Wude-a Purple Mansion cultivator from our Dragon Court?"
Xu Xuan sat in the seat of honor. After reading the secret letter, his expression remained unchanged.
Beside him, Lu Lian waited silently and respectfully for his instructions. He was now a Dragon King in every sense of the title, wielding authority over an entire sea. The faint pressure he exuded was already no different from that of the great figures within the Grotto-Heaven.
Yang Yuanxin, however, gave it little thought. Perhaps that was simply her nature; she did not feel that the man before her had changed at all. She drew a little closer and said softly:
"He calls himself your subject and says he wishes to meet the legitimate heir of Mist Marsh. He is currently waiting on an island in the Western Sea."
"He could have come earlier or later, yet he chose to become so attentive just as I conquered the Great Wilderness and was about to attain my divine ability. Another one who trims his sails to the wind."
Xu Xuan raised his brows. The dragon horns on his forehead had turned pure purple, their branches reaching skyward, lustrous as fine jade. Dragon might radiated from his every movement, filling the palace servants with fear until they could barely stand steady.
"I will write back first. There is no need to promise him anything. Let us see what he truly wants."
Having attained his divine ability, Xu Xuan felt at ease and was willing to deal with this Singing Snake. After all, he also wanted to learn about the situation in the Western Sea, and this Purple Mansion cultivator from Mist Marsh was the ideal stepping stone.
"Now that I have attained my divine ability, its marvels far exceed anything I imagined."