The azure dragon robe swayed in the wind, the cyan dragons on it vivid and lifelike, with sharp eyes staring directly at Fan Wubing.
Jiang Xuan exuded an innate authority. This aura of majesty was not just due to his supreme cultivation or the noble identity as the Emperor of the Shangjing Immortal Dynasty but also a manifestation of an ultimate will endowed upon him.
He looked at Fan Wubing, the last trace of emotion in his eyes fading away. At this moment, he was no longer the flesh and blood Jiang Xuan, but an embodiment devoid of personal desires.
"Do you know what dragon this is?" He asked, adjusting the hem of the dragon robe.
Fan Wubing replied, "The Cyan Dragon, or rather... the Great Wilderness Cyan Dragon."
