The Cold Flood Dragon slightly raised its head, overlooking the tiny human before it, without immediately responding.
But soon it returned to its position by the Cold Pond, then turned to look at Ye Tian, "So Tom said that, huh? Ha, he actually said that Jie, that fool, could threaten me? Clearly, it was me who was going to eat them, and they kept begging for mercy, even saying they'd offer me better tribute."
"..." Ye Tian was speechless. This was a historical anecdote he stumbled upon, not realizing such deviations existed. History always describes everything so logically and convincingly.
After all, the persona of the kings cannot be tarnished, lest they be ridiculed by future generations to death?
"But why have you stayed here this whole time? This is the Shang King's Tomb." Ye Tian asked confusedly.
"That old fellow said if I stayed here, I'd always have something to eat and wouldn't face retribution." The Cold Flood Dragon replied indifferently.
