Speaking of serious matters, the Celestial Alchemist's expression turned solemn: "Daoist Yuntao, do you still remember our previous agreement?"
"Naturally, I remember. The Cyan Evil Flood Dragon in the Abyss of Ten Thousand Scales, we agreed to capture it together on the summer solstice eight years later," True Monarch Yuntao said indifferently.
The Celestial Alchemist nodded slightly: "That's correct, but there is a slight change now."
True Monarch Yuntao frowned: "What change?"
"I found another ally, Yan True Monarch from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons in the Nanchuan Realm, but he requires half of the flood dragon's flesh and blood."
The Celestial Alchemist spoke slowly, his eyes fixed on True Monarch Yuntao's reaction.
Sure enough, True Monarch Yuntao's expression visibly darkened, a trace of displeasure flashing in his eyes, along with a barely noticeable glint of coldness: "Celestial Alchemist, are you intending to break our agreement?"
