"Truly, the arrogance of the dragon race is beyond belief. To think a mere flood dragon, not even a true dragon, would act this way!"
In the temporarily established Immortal Alliance Branch, Im Je-seong's face flushed as he vented his anger. The original Immortal Alliance Branch had been reduced to ashes during the Black Flood Dragon's recent rampage, so for now, they had no choice but to converse in this shabby place.
“A mere flood dragon.”
Upper Clarity Venerable was calm. He glanced at his red-faced son and said.
"In your eyes, is a flood dragon a creature so amusing that you would use the word 'mere'? They are beings called the Holy Race among the demon races. Even Demon Kings treat them with respect. Yet you, a mere early-stage Golden Core cultivator, dare to look down on a flood dragon."
“Father, that’s not what I meant. I…”
“Have you grown so arrogant after playing king in this small place for a short while?”
“…My apologies.”
Im Je-seong quickly bowed his head. Upper Clarity Venerable sighed as he looked at his son's solemn expression.
"We came to this small cultivation world to escape the winds from outside. But remember this. The wind does not blow only from the outside."
"I will keep that in mind, Father. I think… I was momentarily arrogant."