However, although Elo's behavior could be criticized, he was not one to claim undue credit.
He directly admitted that the rampage in the Red Teeth Dungeon was likely due to his own actions, and he didn't have any lofty intentions.
The consequences were predictable; from then on, his reputation plumted, which could be described as a cliff-like descent.
Facing people's overwhelming condemnation, he didn't do anything radical, rely tore off his own Golden Scale as compensation for those injured in the battle, and then returned to the Imperial Capital to continue as clan leader.
Luckily, his actions didn't implicate the Two-legged Dragon species, and people were rarely rational in their condemnation.
Until today, although everyone gradually forgot about the incident, Elo couldn't forget it. It was as if he had this indescribable grudge with the Red Teeth Dungeon, as he frequently ntioned "going to Red Teeth Dungeon to tease beautiful dragons."
He gave off the impression of a kid getting beaten up in a street fight who won't admit defeat, trying to find an advantage with witty banter.
In Abel's and the others' eyes, Elo's behavior was quite amusing; at least this lively patriarch was much more interesting than the dull and rigid Four-legged Dragon patriarch next door.
Unfortunately, since that day, Elo had been so busy with clan affairs that he hadn't left ho, let alone visited the Red Teeth Dungeon.
"Aren't you going to manage the affairs within the clan? What if the War Festival opens again and you're not around?" Abel's concerns were not unfounded, as one couldn't just do whatever they liked after becoming the clan leader.
"I've already made up my mind."
Elo's dragon face was full of determination, looking in a certain direction—the direction of the Red Teeth Dungeon.
"I still don't know if the dungeon has a controlling will, but if the Red Teeth Dungeon has a soul, it would definitely make the sa choice as ."
Even though his tone was full of lancholic reminiscence like an old soldier about to venture onto a battlefield of no return, Abel found Elo's words quite bizarre.
What choice? Like Grandpa, ignoring his duties to visit Sain Dungeon to see dragons?
"Grandpa, you must be joking. Even if the Red Teeth Dungeon indeed has intelligence, it wouldn't make such a choice." Abel thought he was quite polite in his response.
"Children shouldn't speak without understanding."
Elo slapped him on the head and said:
"In that battle decades ago, even though I never conversed with any consciousness, I just felt that the Red Teeth Dungeon was enraged and went on a rampage because it was also fond of that beautiful dragon."
"In other words, our tastes are identical!"
"Not only do we share the sa taste, but we're both strong. If it truly has consciousness, we should be the best of brothers!"
Elo's absurd logic left Abel dumbfounded.
"So, my decision to go to Sain Dungeon; the Red Teeth Dungeon will surely support . This is our soul bond."
"Grandpa, I have no idea what you're talking about..."
"It's the romance of old n. If you can't understand, that's fine. Let's go, lead the way. Destination Sain Dungeon!"
On that very day, the Sain Dungeon welcod a familiar visitor.
"Gedwin!"
Behold the red figure, robust arms, and overt gaze—already a standout among Dragons.
It's the City Lord of Red Teeth Dungeon, Red Teeth!
"I heard from Mording that a real giant dragon has appeared here, right? Why didn't you call first!"
His tail eagerly thumping the ground, his tone sounded like a reprimand, but it was all a tactic to get Gong Qiying to agree to his upcoming request—
"Let see it!"
Gong Qiying displayed an amused yet helpless expression, snapped his fingers, and the Crystal Ball in front of him slowly expanded, the image flickering.
"I was planning to tell you in a few days, but you ca on your own."
His remark didn't get a response from Red Teeth, as the latter's gaze was now entirely captivated by what's displayed in the Crystal Ball—Gui Ao'er.
Red Teeth stared transfixed at Gui Ao'er's appearance, examining from top to bottom, absorbing every detail.
The gigantic form, seemingly immobile legs, like a mountainous creature, was notably bigger than him.
Gong Qiying, observing Red Teeth's manner, had already covered his ears in advance, sensing that Red Teeth might utter so outrageous nonsense, given his previous tendencies when viewing things like Sky Cot Dragons.
Initially thought to be a mature and steady big brother, but turns out he had a quirky side. Truly, social labeling cannot simply differentiate people.
This ti, however, Red Teeth didn't spout any absurdity.
His gaze at Gui Ao'er shifted from amazent to admiration, then to ticulous appreciation as if observing ancient artifacts, and finally, his deanor turned serious, letting out a sigh sounding both satisfied and contemplative.
Red Teeth turned towards Gong Qiying and used his dragon whiskers to poke at the other's flesh.
"What are you doing?"
Gong Qiying didn't think Red Teeth would develop a crush on him.
But speaking of which, Red Teeth used to be a human, right? How can his tastes now be identical to a real giant dragon?
"I'm just checking if you're an old fossil."
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