The young man in the silver robe smiled indifferently, not saying another word, glanced at the kneeling Red God on the ground, and without looking back, he turned and raced away.
Seeing this, the Dragon Lord said to the Wan Shan Demon King, "Old brother, I'll be on my way too, until we meet again!"
The Wan Shan Demon King nodded slightly.
The Dragon Lord looked at the Red God and asked, "Are you willing to come with me to Dragon Gate?"
The Red God felt a bitterness in his mouth. He had cultivated for thousands of years, had adventured all over in his early years, and had heard of the demon powers mentioned by these Great Demon Kings, having received invitations from them in the past.
However, like these Demon Kings, he had declined because he wanted a quiet life.
He had been guarding this ancestral river for four or five hundred years, meditating and apprehending the way here comfortably.
