In the past, any king could be addressed as "Your Majesty."
But after the True Dragons defeated the South Nations, established the Dragon Kingdom, and then welcomed a Dragon Clan emperor, only Constana could be addressed as "Your Majesty."
In this world, the only other being who could still be addressed as "Your Majesty" was the god on Mount Tai.
No, there was another possibility. If the Dragon Clan emperor took a partner, her husband could also be addressed as "Your Majesty."
For a moment, countless beings among the myriad races present had a thousand thoughts racing through their minds.
Meanwhile, the True Dragons who knew the truth all remained silent. It was hard. It was far too hard for them.
Time slowly passed, and the selection continued.
In the end, seven imperial guards were to be chosen.
This was because a certain Dragon King, who had once sought to curry favor with Her Majesty the Emperor, knew that a certain Constana liked the number "seven."
Thus, the winners naturally advanced, while the losers had another contest ahead of them.
Among the five losers, the Red Dragon who called himself the son of Tiamat had long since withdrawn from the selection, feeling too ashamed to remain.
By the time the sun was about to set.
The two-day selection for the emperor's guards finally came to an end.
Yuhua and the others waited quietly in the rest area. They had just been informed.
The seven victors would be brought before Her Majesty the Emperor to formally become her dragon attendants.
The news left everyone visibly thrilled and brimming with excitement.
The emperor! Whatever their race, all of them had grown up over these past few decades.
The emperor's radiance had shone over them throughout their lives, from childhood to adulthood.
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