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"Brother, to be honest, why do you trust him?" Black Mountain Old Demon asked, puzzled.
Black Python smiled slightly. "He saved my life. Isn't that reason enough?"
Black Mountain Old Demon was taken aback. "If he saved you, then that reason is indeed sufficient."
"Rest assured, I have a good eye for people," Black Python added calmly.
Black Mountain Old Demon nodded slightly, now regarding Qin Feng with a bit more seriousness.
At that moment, Gui Chancellor had already collected the papers. He took a special glance at the one belonging to Qin Feng.
He memorized Qin Feng's name and looked at the poem again. A shiver ran through him as he raised his head in shock to glance at Qin Feng.
Qin Feng met Gui Chancellor's gaze and smiled faintly.
Gui Chancellor felt an inexplicable chill run down his back. Coming back to his senses, he placed Qin Feng's paper on top of the pile, knowing that Dragon Lord would also want to see what Qin Feng had written.
He approached Dragon Lord and laid the stack of papers down, whispering a few words to him.
Dragon Lord furrowed his brow and lowered his head to look at the table.
"When autumn arrives on the eighth day of September, my flowers will bloom, and the blossoms will kill."
"The fragrance rises to the sky, filling the capital; the entire city is adorned in golden armor."
He trembled all over; a murderous aura enveloped the entire sheet of paper. It seemed like a counter-poem.
Could it be that he is one of the dragons?
Then he thought about Qin Feng's strength and how he had killed someone in Dragon Palace without consequence. A chill ran through him; it was indeed hard to say.
Suddenly, Black Mountain Old Demon exclaimed, "Dragon Lord, don’t just keep it to yourself; let us all take a look!"
Dragon Lord glanced at Black Mountain Old Demon and waved his hand. Qin Feng's paper flew before Black Mountain Old Demon.
"Here you go; this is the poem of the person you want to protect," Dragon Lord said cryptically.
Black Mountain Old Demon was stunned as he took it and looked closely. He was surprised; even if he didn't understand poetry or prose, he could sense the murderous aura within.
"Hiss..." Black Mountain Old Demon couldn't help but inhale sharply, then burst into laughter. "Not bad! I like this killing intent."
Saying that, he handed it over to Black Python. "Brother, you didn't choose wrong."
Black Python received it but only glanced at it briefly. He still had no idea what it contained.
The other demons were intrigued and gathered around, falling silent after observing the scene. They considered a possibility: Qin Feng might be one of the contenders for the Dragon competition.
The Dragon Lord's eyes flickered; it seemed that Black Mountain had already placed its bets. But what about himself? He glanced at Qin Feng, and despite Qin Feng's exceptional talents, he had no intention of choosing him.
Bai Mei looked at the poem in his hand, his eyes sparkling with insight. Perhaps they from Shu Mountain could place a bet as well.
Suddenly, the Black Mountain Old Demon laughed at the Dragon Lord. "This time, it should be Qin Feng in first place, right? You wouldn't want to suppress him on purpose, would you?"
The Dragon Lord's expression darkened as he snorted. "You underestimate me too much. What harm is there in giving him this?"
With that, he raised his hand and swept it across the air above his head. A beam of Azure Light shot toward Qin Feng, transforming the Destiny Energy above his head into a vibrant yellow.
Qin Feng was overjoyed; he hadn't expected such a reward—his trip wasn't in vain after all. He cupped his hands in gratitude toward the Dragon Lord.
The Dragon Lord coldly snorted, "This is what you deserve, but it all depends on whether you can hold onto it."
Qin Feng smiled brightly. "Don't worry, Dragon Lord; I will definitely keep it steady."
He chuckled inwardly—after all, with the Black Python's power, how could he not be stable?
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