Wei Long's golden eyes gleamed as he gazed down at the kneeling patriarch. He tilted his massive reptilian head slightly, there was an amusement flickering in his expression.
"I gave you a chance to leave, old man." His voice rumbled like distant thunder. "Yet, here you kneel. Why?"
The patriarch took a slow, steady breath. His body was still trembling, but not from fear. His eyes no longer held despair but instead something far more dangerous—determination.
"Because, Dragon Lord… I wish to serve you."
Wei Long's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Serve me?"
The patriarch nodded. "Yes. I wish to work with you—to accomplish the one goal that will benefit us both." He raised his head, meeting the dinosaur's gaze directly. "We must open the path to the Abyssal Demon Continent."
Wei Long's claws twitched slightly.
Now this was getting interesting.
"Pray tell, old man, what is the plan?"
The patriarch took a deep breath and began to speak.
