Below the throne, Long Yuan lifted his fierce-looking Jiao head, the ruthless light flickering in his scarlet vertical pupils.
"Dragon Lord, please see clearly. After the turmoil of the Hunter Conference subsides, if I cannot return with Qin An's head, I am willing to kill myself in apology!"
The Dragon Lord nodded indifferently, his eyes filled with a coldness like eternal ice: "What is the situation at the ancient battlefield relics?"
"The men have obtained quite a bit of resources." Long Yuan bowed, his scales clattering: "But unfortunately, we were ambushed by the Evil Extermination Bureau, and thirty percent of the resources have fallen into enemy hands."
