"Longteng, are you sure you want to make an enemy of the Elf Race? Can you represent the will of the Dragon Emperor?"
Modo stared coldly at Longteng, his tone unyielding. He intended to reclaim the honor he had just lost. Besides, he had received direct orders from Her Majesty the Empress: kill the human, even if it meant breaking ties with the Dragon Race.
Furthermore, the Elf Empress did not believe the Dragon Race would turn against the Elf Race for a mere human.
Longteng pondered for a moment. Though he loathed Modo's sharp words, he truly hesitated. The will of the Dragon Emperor was not something just anyone could represent.
At that moment, a chubby old man suddenly appeared from behind Longteng. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a head of messy hair, and a full beard, looking like the most slovenly human elder imaginable. Upon seeing him, Longteng inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.
