Above Great Unity. The two Flood Dragons gazed down indifferently at the great city of the human race, which looked like a collection of countless points. At first, Jaekyung wondered if he should conceal his aura and demonic power, but seeing Song-gwan flaunt his presence openly, he followed suit to a moderate degree.
With every breath they took, whenever their minds stirred, ripples of demonic power spread through the void. One was large, the other small. The difference was like that between a child and an adult.
Both were humanoid, each with a pair of arms and legs, yet their intimidating presences were worlds apart. In that moment, Jaekyung felt as if he had become a second-generation cultivator backed by a powerful family elder. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but not an unpleasant one.
He had used the name of the Lesser Azure-Winged King before, but back then, knowing the king wasn’t truly his patron, it had felt more like a mutual exchange than a source of security. This time was different. They both belonged to the Sacred Heaven Dragon Palace, and Song-gwan had stepped forward solely for his sake.
So how could he not feel reassured?
“How have the Dao Friends of the Sacred Heaven Dragon Palace come all the way here to honor us with your presence?”