The three kings watched Jiang Chen leave atop Flood Dragon's head.
The Dark Alliance had suffered such a heavy loss that its next response was hard to predict. Whether it would swallow the defeat or launch a frenzied counterattack was anyone's guess.
They had to keep guarding the border.
"Senior Mount Tai King, Weird Objects are hard to rid of their vicious nature. Why don't you stay here and keep watch while I follow them and take a look..." Uncle Wei was clearly still worried.
The Mount Tai King pondered for a moment. "No need."
"Our young friend Jiang is no reckless brute. He has both courage and strategy, and this move is itself a probe. Flood Dragon has quite a background. If you follow, you're liable to be discovered, and you might ruin his plans."
"Don't worry. Even after dropping a realm, our young friend is still the most terrifying of Half-Kings."
"Coupled with that ability to cross vast distances as soon as he touches water, even you and Equality might not be able to kill him outright as he is now."
The old man had clearly considered things more thoroughly.
Uncle Wei had simply let concern cloud his judgment. After thinking it over carefully, he finally nodded as well.
"True enough. I've never really seen that brat come off worse."
In the Long River.
Flood Dragon lay flat on the river's surface with his mouth wide open, half his head above the water and half below. As he swam forward, he gulped water into his belly with loud gurgles.
Jiang Chen waited for ages without seeing him do anything else.
Unable to help himself, he prompted, "What are you following me for?"
Flood Dragon was perfectly straightforward. "To become a Flood Dragon and then a true dragon."