"Seraphine? Good! I've been trying to marry that girl off to someone for a long time! Hahahaha." The old man laughed even harder.
His reaction was certainly something no one there expected. Did Lucios really like that young man that much?
He ignored the looks he received from the other thrones, as well as the pleas for permission to punish Qingyi.
He treated them as little more than annoying ants, because, in his eyes, that was exactly what they were.
The bronze dragon in the skies roared, silencing everyone. It was better not to insist while that old man was still in a good mood.
After all, when his mood soured, no one there would want to be around him or have him angry for any reason.
'Oh... Of course, Seraphine had to be one of his granddaughters...' Qingyi repeated in his mind.
He had already forgotten that the old man did not support the current patriarch of the draconic elves and Lord of the Grand Duchy of Vaeldrinn without reason.
Lucios was his father.
