The Cloud Court Master fell silent. He couldn't quite understand. The Dragon King? A smug smile? What does that even mean?1

Seeing the Cloud Court Master lapse into wordlessness, Qi Yuan sighed. "Haa… As expected, there's a generation gap between me and you old boomers." 1

He finally grasped an important truth. No wonder a white moonlight beauty could never become the official wife. She was simply too old, and the generational gap was too big.1

"Senior truly has a way with jokes." The Cloud Court Master's mouth twitched. Then, he turned toward Huang Tu beside him. "Senior, might you grant me a bit of face and spare this young man's life?"0

Deep terror swirled in Huang Tu's eyes. How could he possibly be the Blood-Clothed Sword God?0

That nightmare incarnate, whom Huang Tu hated so deeply he wished to tear him apart and grind his bones to dust, was right...0