I, Valon, am frantically searching for my mother.

This is truly an unprecedentedly grand occasion.

Even Wayne himself did not expect that this selection and audience ceremony would be such a grand occasion.

The Valius Mountains, the sacred mountains and barrier of Hel City, the favored dwelling place of the golden dragons.

Passing through the lush, vibrant ancient woodlands surrounding the mountains, we wind our way up the wide stone steps maintained by both magic and the power of nature.

The air in the Valius Mountains is filled with pure magic and the fragrance of grass and trees, and occasionally you can see strange birds with a metallic sheen or gentle magical creatures moving through the forest.

Griffins lined the roadside as guides, serving both as a ceremonial procession and ensuring the absolute safety and solemnity of the route to the ceremony site.

Finally, guided by the griffin, and passing through a huge archway shrouded in soft golden light, Wayne's vision opened up before him.

It was a magnificent, breathtaking open-air ceremonial plaza, or rather, a semi-open hall built against the mountain, a masterpiece of craftsmanship.

Wayne had now transformed back into his golden, shimmering dragon form.

Therefore, his seat was not arranged with the other human judges, but he was led to the front of the ceremonial square.

There's only one dragon here, Wayne, clearly a dragon seat reserved specifically for Wayne.

Vivian, as Wayne's attendant and important witness, was given the honor of sitting at the feet of Wayne's enormous body.

At this moment, Vivian was clutching her chest tightly with both hands, her face flushed red, and her mouth slightly open, looking as if she was so happy that she was about to suffocate and might faint at any moment.

"Wow... Golden Dragon Lord, Golden Dragon Lord~ Can you see that?"

Her voice was trembling as she spoke to Wayne in a breathy voice, as if afraid of disturbing the sacred atmosphere, her fingers pointing tremblingly to the few equally enormous seats at the very top.

"Wow, so many Golden Dragons! Counting you... there are four in total! Four! Alive and breathing! Golden Dragons!"

indeed.

There were three golden dragons participating: a young dragon similar to Vayne, an adult female dragon, and a dragon whose size had completely surpassed that of an adult dragon, even faintly reaching the level of an ancient dragon.

Hel... there's something to it about this place!

Wayne clicked his tongue inwardly in amazement.

He originally thought that with the protection of golden dragons, the city of Hel was at most guarded by a few adult or strong golden dragons taking turns.

They belong to the young Golden Dragon family.

I never expected to see so many golden dragons gathered together here at once!

Moreover, even a veteran like Shang Gu Long has made an appearance!

Wayne even suspected that there might be real ancient dragons here!

At the same time, a great doubt arose deep in Wayne's mind.

No... How did Tia's mother manage to fight against such a terrifying force back then, and still be able to live a carefree and happy life as a mountain king so close to Hel for so long?

If it were Wayne, he probably would have had to carry the territory and run away that very day.

At this moment, Vivian, like a spineless country bumpkin, started shouting again, pointing excitedly to the main viewing platform at the very front of the ceremony square, the highest and most ornately decorated.

"Golden Dragon Lord! Look at that! His Majesty the King! Wow... what an interesting-looking old man!"

Wayne looked in the direction she pointed.

In the center of the main viewing platform sat an old man wearing a heavy gold crown studded with jewels, a magnificent robe embroidered with intricate family crests and golden dragon patterns, and holding a golden scepter symbolizing royal power.

Perhaps because of his age, the old man's blond hair and beard were somewhat messy, which explains why Vivian found him to be an interesting old man.

However, whether it was just Wayne's imagination or not, Wayne always felt that the old king harbored hostility towards him.

After taking a closer look, Wayne seemed to understand something from the other person's messy blond hair.

Could the person I met at the cult that day be this old man's daughter?

This makes perfect sense.

No wonder this old man never gave me a kind look.

My precious daughter, whom I had carefully nurtured and sent here to gain prestige and prestige, had all her limelight stolen by this wild dragon who appeared out of nowhere. Not only that, I kicked her to the ground right in front of her, sending her sprawling face-first into the mud, completely ruining her image...

If she were her father, he would probably be furious and wouldn't like me.

Having figured this out, Wayne felt more at ease and even wanted to laugh a little.

Wayne ignored him and decided to stop playing with these humans altogether; let them do whatever they want with their affairs.

"And that one! That's the Duchess who has a lot of money..."

Vivian continued to excitedly act as the commentator, nudging Wayne's waist with her elbow and winking at him with an ambiguous expression.

"How is it? Aren't your breasts big? I wasn't lying to you, was I?"

Wayne looked in the direction she pointed again.

Slightly to the side of the main viewing platform where the King was located, in the VIP section with an excellent view, sat a mature woman wearing a well-tailored, luxurious emerald green evening gown.

The emerald green dress perfectly accentuated the young woman's voluptuous and slender figure, further highlighting her mature, charming, and sophisticated wifely allure.

The other person wore a pale green veil as thin as a cicada's wing, through which one could vaguely see the stunning facial contours and exquisite features beneath—a straight nose, full red lips, and a beautifully curved jawline…

Even without seeing her in full, it's enough to convince anyone that she is an absolutely stunning beauty.

And most importantly...

Wayne's gaze shifted downwards for half a second, then quickly and naturally looked away.

Ok.

Vivian wasn't lying this time.

It is indeed very large. And its shape looks... well, very much in line with human aesthetics.

"Vivian, don't you think...?"

Wayne lowered his massive dragon head slightly and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"This duchess... seems to be looking at me? And she even seemed to be smiling at me?"

"Master Jinlong, although I believe what you say, you should at least give me a heads-up before saying such things!"

Vivian wore a tense expression.

"If anyone else said that, it would sound incredibly vulgar and greasy! It's like that arrogant guy who sees a beautiful woman and thinks she's smiling at him!"

"Is there?"

Wayne stroked his chin, somewhat puzzled.

"But I have no interest in humans, so I shouldn't be considered greasy, right? Besides, I'm just stating a fact."

His target was the Golden Dragon Mother. No matter how beautiful or rich a human woman was, to him she was just a decent-looking creature, much like appreciating a fine work of art or a beautiful landscape.

"Is...that's how it is?"

Whether it was Wayne's imagination or not, he felt that Vivian seemed a little downcast just now, and her voice even sounded a bit muffled.

But soon, the lively girl became excited again, as if she had discovered a new continent, and pointed excitedly to a spot at the very front of the ceremony square, next to the shrine.

"Wow! Golden Dragon, look at that! There really is one here!"

Following the direction Vivian was pointing, Wayne looked over.

At the very front of the ceremonial square, next to the enormous golden shrine burning with eternal fire, stands a colossal dragon-shaped statue, its entire body sculpted from some kind of metal that shimmers with a soft, silvery-white luster!