The territory of the Dragon Martial Prefecture.
As one of the five Residences that jointly held authority over the Southern Region,
the Dragon Martial Prefecture boasted vast lands and magnificent grandeur, far beyond anything an ordinary sect could compare with.
Mountains rose and fell like dragon spines, and seas of clouds churned like rolling waves.
Countless great halls floated in the sky, while dragon roars echoed from somewhere deep within the clouds.
At that moment, inside the Dragon Martial Main Hall.
"...Go on."
A middle-aged man with thick, ink-dark brows reclined in a broad wooden chair, propping his head on one hand.
His posture seemed languid, yet carried the imposing air of a man who looked down upon the world.
His eyes were half closed, and deep within his pupils, two true dragons seemed to swim slowly.
His gaze pierced the layers of palaces, surveying the flourishing fortune that filled the entire Mountain Gate.
"Yes."
Beside him, a beautiful woman with a gentle bearing spoke softly, holding a jade register.
She was reading him the list of important figures coming to compete for his daughter's hand in the Dragon Martial Tournament:
"...Besides them, there are True Inheritor Li of the [Divine Firmament Dao Sect], the Young Valley Master of [Scarlet Flame Valley]..."
"These are all outstanding talents of the Southern Region, painstakingly nurtured by factions backed by Spirit-Nurturing experts, with hopes of taking over their respective factions someday!"
"Mm."
The Dragon Martial Prefecture Lord showed little reaction to these renowned names, merely nodding occasionally in acknowledgment.
Only after the beautiful woman finished the long list
did he slowly open his eyes and ask thoughtfully:
"What about the one from [Violet Firmament Prefecture]?"
"Hehe."
The beautiful woman covered her lips with a smile, a hint of delight appearing in her eyes: