The Valley Master of Red Maple bowed respectfully.
As a cultivator from Western Hong, he too had once been young and among the many cultivators who had gathered by the lakeside to watch the White Dragon bathe.
That generous and beautiful face was hard for anyone to forget after just one glance.
The other elders also grew emotional.
They had never dared to dream that at such a critical moment, Red Maple Valley would have the fortune to encounter a Purple-Bearded White Dragon!
"You've arrived, and now there is hope for us!"
A chubby elder let out a breath, and his tense spirit relaxed significantly.
Until now, all those who had perished in Red Maple Valley had been elders.
Who knew who would be next? Under such immense pressure, if not for worrying that his disciples would be too frightened, this chubby elder might have already begun to lose his composure.
