The Sprite Dragon opened its eyes and shot a glance at Elric, uncharacteristically refraining from refuting his words.
"Enough, hurry up and enter. You’re disturbing my nap time," the Sprite Dragon said with a yawn, his eyes still heavy with sleep. He could not discern Elric’s cultivation level, but he was certain of one thing: the aura emanating from this man felt deeply familiar.
The high-ranking members of the Temple Alliance looked at the Sprite Dragon in astonishment. They had assumed that with the Sprite Dragon present, the young man who had spoken so brazenly just moments ago would surely lose his head. Yet, this great figure, the Sprite Dragon, let the matter slide as if he had heard nothing at all.
Chapter 91