The critical message in hand, the Dragon people exchanged pleasantries.
The Fat Catfish pretended as if nothing had happened, turned around, and flicked its tail, leisurely drifting away, unhurried and composed, exuding confidence.
As they were parting.
The Dragon Clan leader, Long Zongyin, bowed to express his gratitude.
"The Frog Elder is blessed by heaven and earth, enjoying good fortune and everything going smoothly, which is truly enviable. However, today's matter with the Long Qi in Great Marsh, I dearly hope the Elder will not sell the information to the Human Race or Demon Race anymore."
Hissing~
The Old Toad angled its head up at a 45-degree angle, gazing into the sky.
Long Zongyin sighed, waved his hand, and yet another large wooden box was presented.
"Frog Elder, our clan is indeed in a crisis of survival. With the disappearance of the Dragon Monarch, breaking through has been incredibly challenging.
