The Myriad Temple had once bragged that it was so formidable that it could do nearly anything. Qin Yun decided to test that claim.
"Pure-blooded dragon?" The dark red-scaled flood dragon had an amused glint in its eyes. "According to what I know, she violated the Dragon race's rules. The West Sea Dragon race was infuriated back then and imprisoned her for five hundred years so as to make her suffer the pain of lonely solitude. You wish for the West Sea Dragon race to pardon her?"
"I'm asking you if the Myriad Temple is capable of accomplishing that." Qin Yun frowned.
"Yes."
The dark red-scaled flood dragon nodded slightly. "There is a price for everything, however. As long as one can make appropriate payment, it is naturally doable."
"What are your terms?" Qin Yun was delighted.
"My Myriad Temple will have to investigate the matter thoroughly. I'll tell you the way to pardon her in an hour," said the flood dragon.
