"Don't kneel."
"We're all home. You don't have to be so cautious."
Zhou Zhou wanted to help him up.
However, Guo Qiao's body did not move.
"The rites of a king cannot be abandoned!" He said solemnly.
"Fine. Rise." Zhou Zhou said in a commanding voice.
"Yes, my King!" Guo Qiao smiled and stood up.
"How have you been all these years? Did you meet any other Dragon Slayers?" Zhou Zhou asked.
"My King, the Dragon Slayer is the enemy of the noble bloodline of the myriad worlds. Our ancestral teachings tell us that if we want to preserve our bloodline, we can't gather together. Therefore, I haven't encountered a second Dragon Slayer until I came to your territory." Guo Qiao said.
Zhou Zhou nodded.
He sighed in his heart.
That was the fate of the Dragon Slayer.
