{FLASH BACK}
After that draining encounter he had with the delusional creature scamming an ignorant generation of immortals of being divine, he returned to the Moon supreme lord's house and noticed how empty and desolate the place was.
There were no maids or guards hanging about. Even the streets and paths leading up to this place were so lonely he paused to roll his eyes and scoff at such ridiculousness.
The Black Dragon calmly returned to his favourite spot or hideout in all of this cursed land. The moon was unusually bright that night as he stood at the edge of the mountain top and was greeted by the night breeze.
He tilted his head a bit to the side, curious about this ''wedding'' that will be taking place soon in the name of a silly tribulation. This made him catch a glimpse of what seemed to be a torn out scroll, tied up neatly with a poorly made ribbon to one of the weak branches of this disfigured tree.
