Mr. Dragon Knight, the dragon girls are chasing you!

The little silver dragon flapped its wings and hovered high in the sky above the outer edge of the Eternal Night Mountains, looking down at the faintly visible dark purple light curtain in front of it.

It tilted its head, its small vertical pupils filled with great dissatisfaction.

"Hmm... something's blocking the way..."

It hovered in mid-air, its little head working rapidly for a while, finally arriving at a conclusion that it found very reasonable:

"Since it's a barrier made of energy... then licking it should dissolve it, right? I think I came here once before? I forget..."

So the little silver dragon flew to the light screen, stuck out its pink little tongue, and earnestly licked the defensive barrier that was shimmering with dark purple light.

If a guard from the Eternal Night Dragon Clan were to pass by at this moment and witness this scene, he would likely immediately question Long Sheng's existence.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a fist-sized gap finally appeared on the light screen.

The little silver dragon was so tired that her tongue could barely stick out, but as she looked at the gap, her eyes gleamed with a sense of accomplishment.

It squeezed its head into the gap and tried to push it in.

The gap slowly widened under its pressure, until finally—

With a "pop" sound.

The dragon, resembling a white cotton candy, bounced through the gap and landed steadily on the land of the Eternal Night Mountains.

It steadied itself, shook its dizzy head, glanced back at the slowly closing gap in the light curtain behind it, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Hehe, I'm in."

Then the little silver dragon suddenly remembered its mission and began to look around, searching for its master.

And in the square.

Amidst this warm, comforting, and relaxed atmosphere where everyone was enjoying the show, a small white dot of light drifted leisurely across the sky above the Dragon's Nest.

The white dot flew extremely erratically, sometimes high, sometimes low, swaying left and right, like a cotton candy being kneaded by a gale, soft and powerless, swooping straight down toward the center of the square.

As the distance closed, everyone finally saw what the newcomer looked like.

It was a small, delicate, silver-white baby dragon, only slightly larger than a wildcat. Its thin wing membranes were translucent and glowing, and each flap of its wings was weak and feeble, clearly indicating that it was already exhausted and on the verge of its limit.

The long journey, coupled with all-night flight and severe sleep deprivation, left its once bright amber vertical pupils half-closed, its eyelids drooping, its head fuzzy, and it flying unsteadily.

As it approached the ground, its steps faltered, and its front paws accidentally stepped on its own bushy tail. Its small body instantly lost its balance, and with a "thud," it stumbled heavily, almost plunging headfirst into the flowerbed full of blooming flowers.

The little silver dragon, supporting its weak limbs, barely managed to stand up. It shook its drowsy little head, panting heavily, its little chest heaving violently, clearly exhausted.

It took it several seconds to gather its strength, take a deep breath, tilt its little head back, and with all its might, open its tender voice and shout:

"Your Majesty! Is His Majesty Yongye there? The Water Dragon Clan urgently requests your presence!"

As soon as it finished speaking, it took several more deep breaths, so tired that its wings drooped down.

The bustling plaza instantly fell silent.

All the whispers abruptly ceased as a dozen pairs of dragon eyes of various colors locked onto the little silver dragon that had suddenly intruded.

How did this little guy break through the Eternal Night Dragon Clan's formation?

Eluvia, with half a piece of tender roasted meat still dangling from her mouth, her cheeks bulging, paused, her golden vertical pupils filled with confusion, and mumbled indistinctly, "Water Dragon Clan? What?"

Serafina paused slightly in her teacup, a hint of doubt flashing in her silvery-white eyes.

The Water Dragon Clan has always been aloof and detached from worldly affairs, never participating in the conflicts between the various races on the continent. Water Dragon King Wendina is known for her cold and aloof nature and dislike of excitement. Why would she suddenly send a message across realms?

She put down her teacup, her gaze falling on the little silver dragon: "Water Dragon Clan? Undina? What does she want with me?"

The little silver dragon finally caught its breath, shook its dizzy head, and its amber vertical pupils quickly scanned the entire scene, accurately locking onto Serafina, who had the most outstanding temperament.

It stood up straight, its tiny body assuming the most serious posture, and earnestly, word by word, loudly reported the information it had repeatedly memorized and etched into its little brain along the way:

"Your Majesty, the Water Dragon Clan has sent a remote, secret communication message, asking us—they wish to find a royal consort, and what they should do?"

"..."

The vast square fell into a brief silence.

The two black dragon guards who had been lying on the rock platform watching the show silently turned their heads away and buried their heads in their claws, pretending to have completely disappeared and not daring to participate in this top-level battleground.

Several older dragon maids reacted quickly, immediately covering the ears of the young dragon beside them and quietly pulling him away, their faces filled with the fear of "this melon is too big for me to handle".

Serafina remained seated, completely frozen in place.

For the first time, she was quick-witted, intelligent, and resourceful, but her mind went blank for a moment. Her silver eyes stared blankly at the little silver dragon in front of her, and she didn't react for a long time.

She paused for a full three seconds before speaking softly, her voice tinged with disbelief and confirmation: "You said... the Water Dragon Clan asked, how do we find a royal consort?"

Thinking His Majesty hadn't heard him clearly, the little silver dragon immediately raised its voice and repeated it even more solemnly, its tone extremely serious:

"That's right! It was a secret message personally sent by Lady Undina! The Water Dragon Clan wants to find the King's Consort and specifically came to ask what to do!"

At that moment, the teacup in Luo Ye's hand wobbled slightly, and the warm tea almost spilled out.

Countless long-forgotten memories exploded in my mind in an instant, flooding the screen.

Water Dragon Clan, Undina, Ignis, Reverse Scale, Fire Dragon Territory, several years of free food and lodging, running away after reaching 90% completion of the strategy...

All the past events he had deliberately forgotten surged forth at this moment.

A premonition of an extremely ominous and extremely familiar hellish situation enveloped him.

Luo Ye was frantic with rage, and immediately screamed in his mind to call upon the system:

"System, come out and explain yourself! What's going on? Wendina's perfectly fine, why is she suddenly looking for the King's Consort? Is she referring to me?"

[System notification: Detection indicates this information may contain transmission errors. The host is advised to remain calm and ascertain the situation before proceeding.]

[System Reminder: However, host, if the Water Dragon Clan truly seeks a royal consort, then you are indeed the most suitable candidate.]

[After all, you've already defeated the Silver Dragon Clan and the Eternal Night Dragon Clan. If you defeat a few more dragons, you might be able to summon a divine dragon.]

Luo Ye was speechless, his fists clenched: "Get lost! Anyone who wants to collect them all, I'll thank you!"

He forced down his inner turmoil, squeezing out a smile that looked worse than a grimace, and abruptly stood up, feigning composure.

"Um... I suddenly remembered, there's an urgent matter to attend to at the back of the mountain. You guys take your time eating, I'll go first—"

"stop."

A cool, languid female voice suddenly rang out from behind, the two words carrying a hint of danger.