Chapter 721: Trace of the Golden Dragon
"You've done well." Looking at the valiant Archangel that kneeled before him the moment he walked into the grand hall, Muria's pride was greatly fulfilled. He was more confident than ever that the decision he made back then was the right one. "Asimio,"
"This is my duty," replied the Angel, no longer bearing any sign of age, tossing the Ancient Dragon in his hand onto the grand hall floor. He looked at Muria expectantly.
"Hmm, you may leave now!" Dignified, Muria nodded approvingly. Using his imposing demeanor, he commanded the Angel to leave.
"In that case, I'll take my leave!" The Archangel Asimio hastily exited the Wind King Castle and headed towards Xena Pus.
"Bootlicker." Seeing the Angel leave so eagerly, Muria couldn't help but curse under his breath. It was only by holding leverage over him that he convinced him to leave Cloud City. "Hasn't he heard that bootlickers become utterly destitute in the end?"