On the wide road leading to Dragon Island from the teleportation point.
Kuang Beifeng sat on the top dragon steed carriage and glanced at the envious gazes along the way.
The sense of superiority in his heart instantly returned to normal.
"That's right. This is the respect a normal person should have for me. Those country bumpkins from before are all as brainless as the idiots from the Warring Clan. They even scolded me? Tsk, scolding me won't make me lose a layer of skin or anything."
"As long as I don't cause trouble, I'm still a noble young master. Slap me if you dare."
Kuang Beifeng took the wine glass from the cold dragon lady and took a sip. He said in satisfaction, "Comfortable. This is the charm of money. Unfortunately, other than me, not many people can enjoy it."
"Young Master, there's no need to lower yourself to the level of these lowly people. We're only here for the Dragoon Tournament. There's no need to complicate things."
