A group of Dragon Servants in white robes entered the courtyard. Perhaps because this was, after all, a Sky Island belonging to the Azurefall Profound Gate, they kept their pomp in check, lowering their heads and suppressing their auras as they escorted their master inside.
Yue Wen felt a little weary at the sight. Did every Dragonkin have to do this? A single person going out always needed a dozen attendants... Well, at least it created plenty of jobs.
The Dragonkin visiting this time was a potbellied middle-aged man in gold-embroidered clothes. His belly bulged out beneath his clothing, and his round head joined his round body with almost no neck in between.
Those in the know would recognize his Dragonkin bloodline. Anyone else might have thought he had some sort of pig bloodline.
Still, the fat Dragonkin was quite friendly. Seeing Yue Wen waiting in the courtyard to welcome him, he immediately extended a hand with a chuckle. "Ao Disha, Western Sea Dragon Palace."
"Hello, Venerable Ao," Yue Wen replied politely, shaking his hand. Dragonkin often styled themselves as exalted beings, so outsiders respectfully addressed them as Venerables.
"Mm." Ao Disha withdrew his hand and held it out to the right. An attendant immediately wiped it with a silk handkerchief.
"..." Watching this, Yue Wen was once again speechless.
"Please don't take offense, young friend Yue. We Dragonkin have disliked even the slightest speck of dust since birth. Most of us are clean freaks." Ao Disha smiled again and gestured. "Let's sit and talk... Achoo!"
Before he could finish, he sneezed, then casually blew his nose into his right hand. After two wet snorts, he shook his hand, then wiped it against his clothes as though nothing had happened.
Yue Wen stared blankly.
Now he wanted that Dragon Servant