In the Dragon Cave.
Mu Wentao removed the shiny silver mask covering his face, revealing a handsome visage.
Although his actual age had long exceeded a hundred, he appeared to be a refined middle-aged man, with a temperament that was slightly effeminate. His thin lips conveyed an air of indifference.
"To test a True God, one needs a person of equivalent status. Who do you plan to find?" Mu Wentao asked.
The Old Dragon that sat upon the high platform grinned, baring its teeth in a display of domineering confidence, "Since I've made it clear that I won't participate in the war between the Human Race and the Alien Tribes of the Fifth Realm, there are still True Gods who maintain a secret relationship with the Dragon Cave."
"My promise, the friendship of our Dragon Cave, carries significant weight."
