"You didn't see wrong..."
"Looks like the Moda Flying Dragon is here to back up Mo'ao Dragon..."
"It feels like this year's strongest advanced pet beast contest has a lot of extraordinary contestants; there's a B-level Beastmaster, and a Mo'ao Dragon who has an Emperor-level pet beast for support."
"Actually, it's not surprising that the Moda Flying Dragon came. I've heard this species has a strong sense of racial honor. It's likely that the Moda Flying Dragon knows a B-level Beastmaster is here, and it'll be tough for Mo'ao Dragon to win, so it came to cheer it on."
"...Really? Somehow, I feel like Moda Flying Dragon is quite familiar with Qiao Sang."
Contestant Area.
"Mo Mo."
Dragon King handed the freshly bought popcorn to Qiao Sang.
"I just finished breakfast, my stomach's still full," Qiao Sang politely declined.
Dragon King looked towards Mikaela.
A little burdened that you still remember me… Mikaela's eyes showed a smile, reaching out a hand.
