An hour later.
The old man from the Beautiful Country arrived at the agreed time.
He headed to the hotel arranged for his reception.
Everything within the hotel had been prepared, including his preferences.
He had one particular preference, which everyone around him knew: he was lecherous, exceedingly so.
Even more so than those who left countless scandalous tales in their wake.
And there was another peculiar habit.
Wherever he went, in whatever country, he would always experience the local flavor.
Today was no exception.
Upon arriving at the hotel, he even had his secretary confirm photos for him.
"These two? Excellent, excellent."
After viewing the photos, he tightened the belt below his large belly, thoroughly pleased. He then spoke with a hint of impatience, "To have to deal with that fellow from the Dragon Country here, it's truly disgusting."
"Soon, we will be able to return the Dragon Country to its status of fifty years ago."
His secretary held up a tablet.
"Good."
He smiled with satisfaction. "The Dragon Country should not be the Dragon Country. They should remain their worms, that's what's appropriate."
With that, he adjusted his clothing.
At this point, his personal bodyguards had finished thoroughly searching the hotel, leaving no potential threats.
"Tonight, let them come."
This was the only thing he cared about.
As for the official matters on the other side, he felt no concern whatsoever.
He was well aware that his presence in the Dragon Country meant everyone in the Dragon Country must pray for his safe return.
Otherwise, the consequences of what was to come would be unpredictable for anyone.
Unless the Dragon Country truly wished for the entire world to accompany them in death, then it would have been worth it.
Therefore, he was more relaxed than anyone; the only one who truly needed to fret was the old man from the Dragon Country.
...
In the evening, Dongfang Bai's face was clearly displeased.
"This Beautiful Country fellow, he's too detestable! Look at how he acted just now!" Dongfang Bai, despite being over a hundred years old, older than the old man from the Beautiful Country, was still in a state of indignation.
"Mmm, Senior, please don't rush," Lin Xiao soothed from the side.
"I'm not rushing! But I want to kill him!" Dongfang Bai's voice rose by eight octaves.
Just then, Zhao Yuanchao waved his hand, and a surge of true qi isolated all sound within their room from the outside: "You, at your age, still can't keep your composure?"
"Old Zhao, aren't you upset?!" Dongfang Bai asked, clearly distressed.
"I am upset, but sometimes, we must endure this upset. Otherwise, the public will have to endure greater suffering." Zhao Yuanchao had become accustomed to such situations over the years. Initially, he too would have been like Dongfang Bai, but having done this for so long, he had learned to calm himself.
There was more than just one way to vent; perhaps they would be at a disadvantage in some aspects, but he would quickly find a way to retaliate in another.
"Rest assured, you two, I have already made arrangements," Lin Xiao said at this moment. "Perhaps tonight, or tomorrow morning, there will be good news."
"What have you arranged?"
Dongfang Bai looked at Lin Xiao curiously. He and Old Zhao had discussed this earlier, but they hadn't acted yet. He hadn't expected Lin Xiao, who had initially said it wasn't appropriate, to have already made arrangements? This must be the Dragon King's decisiveness.