Sanjiang Prefecture, in front of the Suolong Well.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The fierce wind and the heavy rain clattered down, and lightning flashed and thunder roared, deafening to all who heard it.
There the Long-bearded Dragon Lord stood by the well, sitting around the stone stool, a contemplative look on his face.
"Little Dragon, you say that now you have been appointed the Marshal of the Mysterious Altar Sea Assembly, leading the gods, commanding fifty thousand heavenly soldiers to attack the Northern State, but in that Northern State, you encountered difficulties. You and the Protector Saint True Monarch were attacked by the Northern King and the Northern State demons, the Protector Saint True Monarch was injured, and you need reinforcements."
"So, you thought of me, to ask the heavens to petition His Majesty, allowing me to come forth early, to atone for my crimes by meritorious deeds, to join your command, and to campaign together against that Northern State—is it so?"
