What's going on here?
Mo Chen, who was initially quite dejected, was dumbfounded.
Not only him, but all the dragons present were also taken aback.
Faced with so many gifts before, including the Golden Dragon Race's 'extravagant' ten million gold taels, this Nine Patterns Cyan Dragon had only slightly raised his eyelids.
He didn't stand up, nor did he personally receive them.
Everyone thought he was used to it and that nothing in the world could move him.
Yet now, with this 'least valuable' treasure, he seemed extremely pleased.
"Are you from the Feixian Sect?"
"Very good, very good. I like your gift the most!"
"You truly understand my intentions!"
He personally went forward and patted Mo Chen and Shan Tai Wei Miao on the shoulders with his dragon claw.
He was so warm, so pleasing to the eye.
For a moment, Mo Chen and the others were a bit flattered.
Oh my, this is the Nine Patterns Cyan Dragon, the future master of the Azure Dragon Race.
