Hearing the voice outside the tent, Gu Chenfeng stopped in his tracks.
But someone lifted the tent flap from outside.
Gu Chenfeng saw two figures, a man and a woman, stride into the tent.
The man was handsome and tall, with a pair of crimson slit pupils.
The woman was graceful and dignified, with a pair of yellow slit pupils.
Both were middle great grandmasters, and a powerful aura radiated from their bodies.
As soon as they entered the tent, the bear-headed man, the fox woman, and the others paled and hurried forward to bow.
"Greetings, seniors!"
Everyone paid their respects with trembling apprehension. Besides reverence, their eyes held a trace of undisguisable fear.
It came from the trace of Dragon Might the pair exuded beyond their powerful auras.
The absolute suppression of bloodline sometimes surpassed even the suppression of cultivation.
Faced with their greetings, the handsome dragon man and beautiful dragon woman merely nodded slightly.
Their gazes shifted, simultaneously settling on a figure behind them to one side, who was edging toward the tent entrance.
"You must be the injured dragon who was rescued."
Gu Chenfeng stopped again, inwardly cursing how slow he was now.
"Uh..."
His mind raced as he considered how to answer.
All he wanted now was to return to the Human Race immediately. If they took him to the Dragon Race, wouldn't he be heading south while his carriage pointed north, straight into the Demon Race's heartland?
Moreover, the Dragon Race was one of the Four Great Imperial Clans, and its ranks were certainly thick with powerful experts.
Once they discovered his human identity, Gu Chenfeng would learn exactly how the word "death" was written.
Before Gu Chenfeng could answer, the young man and woman simply looked him over.
"He does have a faint trace