1387: C1387 Reason

C1387 Reason

"What did you say? That cultivator has the power to make Tianhai subdue him!" Groo whispered.

"Yes, my lord, I have seen all of this with my own eyes." "And he said he was going to build a kingdom for us."

"Arrogant cultivator, do you think he doesn't know who the Demonic Dragon Clan is?" If I say I can't, then I won't! " Groo shouted.

"If he dares to oppose you, he is courting death." the Red Drake chimed in.

"Since he can control the dark tide, he must have some treasure in his hands. Only I deserve this kind of treasure!" "Take me to meet him!"

"Yes sir!" The Red Drake replied...

"..."

As the tribe of the Draconians was almost destroyed, the Draconians had already begun rebuilding their homes. Qin Yun followed the Draconians' clan leader to a building that was not considered to be too badly damaged.

"Lin Tian is a good person. It's a pity that he died young. Otherwise, his name would have definitely been left behind in the Three Realms." The Head of the Drake sighed with regret.

When Qin Yun heard it mention Lin Tian, he fell silent.

"Although the Naga Tribe is not weak, we have been separated for generations. Our power is scattered, and we established our own army, which is the most effective way to protect our people. Unfortunately, the leader of the Red Cloaked Man Tribe, Gros, has always been against this."

"As far as I know, this Ge Luo is the leader of the Red Drake race, and also the one who protected the Demonic Dragon Tribe. Why didn't he use such a good method?" Qin Yun asked curiously.

He had asked Elin the same question, but Elin had never been able to answer it.

"What Ge Ge Luo did is to establish his own authority, and on the surface, he protects the Demonic Dragon Tribe. He is very ambitious, he always wants to control everything about the Demonic Dragon Tribe, and the establishment of the country will definitely reduce his power." "Yes," the Turtle-man replied.

"Then why don't you give it the throne?" Qin Yun said indifferently.

"Groo has a greedy and violent nature. If the merfolk fall into his hands, the future of the merfolk will be ruined." The leader of the Fallen Dragons said in a deep voice.

Qin Yun could hear that there seemed to be many disagreements between the Naga Tribe's Patriarch and himself. He nodded in agreement. The monarch of a country could decide the rise and fall of that country.

However, it would be much easier to figure out the main reason.

"Don't worry clan leader, let me handle this matter." Qin Yun said to the Naga Tribe's Patriarch with a smile.

"If this can be done for me, my people will be grateful to you for your great kindness for generations to come." The Naga Tribe Patriarch seemed like he was about to kneel and bow to Qin Yun.

Qin Yun raised his hand slightly and a pure essence of water emanated from it. It helped the merfolk leader up.

The Naga God Tribe Patriarch was a mid-level Demigod Cultivation, and the true meaning of water that Qin Yun had released had alarmed it. It did not have the strength to resist the true meaning of water.

"A Divine level expert!" The Naga Tribe Patriarch immediately determined Qin Yun's Cultivation.

"You can't say that you're grateful to me, but I've fulfilled my wish on behalf of Senior Lin Mi Tian." Qin Yun said to the Naga Tribe's Patriarch.

Upon hearing Qin Yun's words, the Naga Tribe Patriarch felt even more grateful. It was their good fortune that a Divine level expert was willing to help them.

"Someone, come!" the Demonic Lord shouted towards the door.

"Here!" A blue-spandrel guard came into the building.

"Set up a feast. I want to entertain the Venerable One." The chief of the Draconians ordered the draconians.

The banquet of the Dragon-kind was very simple. It consisted of some spirit fruits and fine wine grown in the Sky Sea. That priestess and a few other Dragon-type people of higher status were also present to accompany them.

"Sir, we were just attacked by the dark tide, we don't have anything good to entertain you for now, please take care of it." The leader of the Draconians said apologetically as he lifted his wine bottle.

"I'm fine." Qin Yun smiled. He did not care about these worldly possessions.2

The Naga Tribe's Patriarch was extremely happy today as well. He told Qin Yun many things about the Draconians.

As the banquet drew to a close, a mermaid guard hurried up to the merfolk leader and whispered something into his ear.

"What did you say!" A look of surprise appeared in the eyes of the Patriarch, as if something big had happened.

"Father, is something wrong?" the priestess asked the leader.

"Gros is here. He's brought a lot of people with him!" The leader of the Fallen Dragons replied in a deep voice.

Hearing this, the Priestess' face also changed. She also knew what that meant. The other Draconians looked at each other in dismay.

"Hua Hua Hua …" A turbulent wave surged into the building that Qin Yun was in. The surging wave flipped a few tables over as a few of the merfolk that guarded the entrance were pushed in by the wave.

"The clan leader is really interested in this place. Our homeland has been destroyed by the Dark Star Tide, yet you are here drinking wine with a cultivator." A deep voice came from outside.

When the Naga Tribe Patriarch heard that, his gaze darkened. He said to Qin Yun, "Please wait a moment, Venerable. I'll be back shortly."

With that, it rushed out in a flash.

When the priestess and the other merfolk saw the situation, they followed behind, leaving Qin Yun alone.

"..."

A few dozen gigantic sea beasts, the size of small mountains, appeared in front of them as soon as they left the room. These sea beasts had very fierce natures, but they were very docile at this moment because each of them had a red dress on them.

In comparison, the Cultivation of these red mummies were extremely strong. The weakest among them was a High Realm SemiGod, with seven or eight of them being already in the Demigod level.

On the head of one of the giant octopus, nearly four hundred meters long, the red mite leader, Gros, looked at the leader with a playful expression.

"Groo, what are you doing!" The leader of the Fallen Dragons shouted in a deep voice.

Even though it was the leader of the Dragons, Gros had never placed it in his eyes. Whatever it did, it would do as it pleased.

"My subordinates were injured. As the leader, I naturally had to take a look. I just didn't expect that the clan leader would actually drink wine with the cultivator that had injured my subordinates. It really made my heart feel cold." Glancing at the leader of the Leviathan, Gros sneered.

"Groo, don't act recklessly, everything that happened was just a misunderstanding." The leader of the Fallen Dragons said in a deep voice.

"Misunderstanding? You are still protecting him. Have you discussed some shameful business with him? " Gros said coldly.

"Groo, pay attention to your words. Don't spout nonsense here!" the priestess snapped at Gros.

"We are talking among our leaders, and you, as a mere priest, are not qualified to talk, not to mention that you brought him into the territory of the Dragon-Clan!" Glo said coldly to the priestess.

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