BOOM!
Less than an hour after Qi Xiu entered the Dragon Prison, a middle-aged man, tall and imposing, stepped into these waters. His aura surged, and he emanated an air of supreme authority, clad in a black-patterned, gold-threaded dragon robe.
Almost at the moment of his descent, the Flood Dragon King's nostrils flared slightly, and his fragmented golden eyes suddenly focused.
Has an outsider been here?
Leaning against a rock with his sleeves clutched, the lightly snoring Elder Shui seemed to have been woken by the noise. He smacked his lips twice, raised his eyebrows, and slowly opened his murky eyes.
"You've come."
Dispelling his sinister expression, the Flood Dragon King strode up to the old tortoise and saluted with clasped hands. "I pay my respects to the Water Monarch. I have found some fine recruits, and I hope you can send them into the Dragon Prison to seek the Dragon-Slaying Banner on your behalf."
