This time, however, there seemed to be an almost imperceptible shadow over the dragon king's head. A halo, or perhaps, a crown?
Qin Huai was startled. This nearly invisible transparent crown was suspended over the dragon king's head, pressing down like a heavy mountain, making it hard for him to breathe.
Suddenly, the voice of the emperor of Qingzhou rang out, breaking Qin Huai's concentration. Qin Huai turned to look at the middle-aged man in front of him, his eyes wide with surprise. "Senior, didn't you already..."
"Haha, I was just pulling your leg," the emperor interrupted with a hearty laugh.
Qin Huai was at a loss. The emperor of Qingzhou certainly had an unconventional way of joking, even with a junior like him.
The emperor of Qingzhou, who had just evaluated the realm and strength of the younger generation, began to speak his mind. "Each era has its own unique talents. I respect the choices of this era and the laws of time."