"Ninth Prince, do you think this is a good idea? Although we are not afraid of Dragon Race, our demon race won't wage war against them just for you." An old man spoke while holding a lamp in his hand. This lamp was five inches long and ten inches high.
It had a silver coating and the dragon patterned around it. These patterns were small but each pattern was made out of golden runes. While holding the lamp, his hands were shaking as he asked the young man in front of him.
It was none other than Brian, the ninth prince, of the demon race. His body grown a bit. He was much more matured and the aura around him was terrifying. He was already a Saint Rank Cultivator.
Hearing the old man's words, a cruel smile appeared on lips. He looked at the lamp and said "Actually, I want to keep this lamp. After all, it holds the soul of the dragon god. Unfortunately, if I do that I would be haunted by the dragon race."
