"Are you the king of flames?" said a man wearing green armor on his body. He looked old, with his white beard reaching his waist, but his eyes were brimming with vitality.
Yang Dao nodded and said, "Yes sir, I am the representative of the Fire region." He did not call himself the king of flames. That was just a superficial term these people have invented.
The man nodded calmly, and asked, "Are you able to control all the elements?" his tone carried a slight doubt.
Yang Dao smiled and with a nod he moved his hand, making the barren earth in front of them protrude in the form of four chairs. He said, "Let us have a seat while we wait for the other two people to come over. What do you say to that, sir?"
