In the elegant chamber of the inner hall, mist curled through the air, and spirit fruits and fine nectar gave off an intoxicating fragrance.
The Azure Flood Dragon King was the first to let out an unabashed laugh. Setting down his translucent jade cup, he addressed a blond middle-aged man some distance away. "Peng King, it seems that little golden-haired fellow of yours has finally kicked a real iron plate this time."
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King had previously challenged the Green-Clad Little Flood Dragon King and dealt his descendant a crushing defeat. Though he had said nothing, it had rankled ever since. Now that his old rival's descendant had suffered a setback too, he immediately felt much better.
The Golden-Winged Old Peng King sat as immovable as a mountain, his aura like a dormant volcano. Proud and aloof by nature, with defiance in his very bones, he ignored the Azure Flood Dragon King's teasing. His face had merely darkened a little.
"Youngsters are hot-blooded. When they exchange pointers and test their skills, victory and defeat are inevitable. Our young Golden-Winged nephew possesses extraordinary talent and formidable spirit. An occasional setback is also an opportunity to temper his Dao heart and advance another step!"
"Today is my birthday. Let us not spoil the mood over the youngsters' games."
"My brothers, cheers!"
The Peacock King laughed heartily.
The youth had red lips and white teeth, and wore white robes with bare feet. With one arm around a wine jar, he looked utterly carefree. Though today was his birthday, he was among the younger people present, and nearly all his guests were sworn brothers and sisters.
The demon kings honored his toast, raising their cups one after another!
Meanwhile, in the outer hall filled with the younger generation, the deathly silence gave