Just as Gao Xuan was about to speak, he heard melodious music begin to play, and a middle-aged man in a dragon robe walked to the main seat. He bowed to everyone in the great hall and said some polite remarks.
These guests all stood up, either cupping hands, bowing, or performing other gestures of respect, all babbling various words of flattery.
Undoubtedly, this middle-aged man was the Dragon Monarch.
After the Dragon Monarch took his seat, the music became more melodious and light, and a beautiful young girl appeared.
The girl wore a golden crown and a golden red long skirt, her attire extremely elegant. Standing gracefully in the middle of the hall, she greeted the guests with dignity.
Seeing the Dragon Girl so beautiful, Hu You gritted her teeth, her face full of defiance.
She couldn't help but ask Gao Xuan, "Who do you think is prettier, me or her?"
Gao Xuan straightforwardly said, "The Dragon Girl is prettier."
