If Karon's attitude was hostile, the other party might choose to vanish rather than continue the interaction.
Bo Rong, this middle-aged man, whose surface power reached the formidable level of a Saint Tier Warrior, was merely a pawn controlled by the other party.
"Hello, or perhaps I should say good day, mighty Red Dragon Lord, young divine being," Bo Rong's voice was flat, akin to an emotionless machine, yet exuding a gentle tone.
"I am..." Bo Rong's pale eyes looked up at the dome of the King's Castle, seemingly apprehensive.
"You may speak freely. Within my castle, not even the gaze of the gods can penetrate, nor can their ears discern a thing."
The Ancestral Red Dragon's voice sounded calm, confident, and undisturbed.
