"Withered, this is the Dragonsmith Clan, not your Mansion of Azure Clouds!"
The elder, his face flushed from Withered's words, glared coldly and shouted in a low voice.
"Stand down."
Just as Withered was about to speak again, Emperor Mountain interjected, addressing the elder with a calm tone.
Though the elder was a Five-Clawed Divine Dragon, he dared not overstep the authority of Emperor Mountain, the Dragon Clan Chief, and obediently stepped back.
However, his gaze towards Withered still flickered with coldness.
"What? Want to fight me?"
Noticing the chill in the elder's eyes, Withered sneered, "It's not that I look down on you... Within your Dragonsmith Clan, only three people can make me wary. You are not among them."
The elder's face turned red upon hearing this, but he was lost for words.
This was an undeniable fact.
Though he glared angrily at Withered, he was fully aware that he was not his match.
