"Dragon King!?"
Seeing the massive, towering head of the Golden Dragon just inches from him, even Odin's gaze slightly tightened. Yet when his eyes fell upon the dragon horns on the Golden Dragon's forehead, stretching in six directions like a crown, a trace of regret flickered in his eyes,
"Your crown is still lacking. Such a pity."
"What's there to regret? One day, I will have a complete crown!"
Noah, gazing at the man before him, replied indifferently, his words filled with confidence in his future.
While speaking, Noah also carefully scrutinized the Ascender before him, rumored to be the reincarnation of an Ancient God. He was a burly man seemingly in his prime, with thick black hair and a rugged beard.
Yet this aggressive appearance carried the aura of a seasoned old sage, with eyes that seemed to pierce through one's soul, exuding a glow of wisdom.
