Chapter 320: Chapter 279: The ’Passionate’ Reunion of Red Dragon Father and Iron Dragon Lady—Fiery Flame, Blood, Death

Deep within the Sel Wilderness, Celestial Pit Territory.

Moonlight quietly flowed, casting a silver sheen over the vast northern wall of the pit.

An adult chromatic dragon, at this moment adopting a stealthy stance, cautiously drawing in his sharp claws, softly landing on the hard ground, resembling a fledgling dragon attempting its first hunt, fearing any disturbance of its prey.

In his mouth was a meticulously prepared courting gift.

An entire iron flower tree, perfectly encased in ice.

This was an exceedingly rare magical flora, even in the wilderness.

It possessed incredible abilities, able to absorb the immense earth elemental energy from deep within, and transform it into substance, growing metal branches as hard as steel—a quality that made it one of the Iron Dragon Race’s most cherished natural creations, possessing a unique affinity and liking for metal.

"Letitia!"

The chromatic dragon solemnly placed the frozen iron flower tree before the Iron Dragon’s cave.

He lifted his long neck, calling out the Iron Dragon’s name, proclaiming his affection.

"Accept my passionate admiration! As long as you wish, I assure you, I’ll make the vast Sel Forest bloom with dazzling iron flowers just for you."

At this moment.

A lazy and massive shadow, accompanied by the faint rustling sound of scale armor scraping the ground, slowly extended from the dense darkness deep within the cave.

Iron Dragon Letitia finally revealed her true form.

Her dragon scales were not purely black, but exuded a cold, hard metallic luster, like countless razor-sharp blades pieced together.

The dragon aura she exuded was evidently much stronger than the chromatic dragon Eric before her.

Her vertical pupils carried an assessing gaze, scrutinizing the chromatic dragon outside the cave—from his physique, the luster of his scales, to the attitude and sincerity he displayed at this moment.

Chromatic dragons, like Iron Dragons, belonged to the Sub-iron Dragon Clan lineage, inherently inclined towards lawful evil.

From snout to tail tip, his long spine was lined with sleek fins, sporting shiny antlers and broad, smooth wings, his dragon scales appeared like liquid metal, reflecting the nearby terrain noticeably—at a glance, somewhat resembling a silver dragon, impeccable in dragon race aesthetics.

In terms of attitude, the chromatic dragon was also flawless.

Every visit, he would meticulously prepare different gifts.

And each time, after careful observation and consideration, ensuring it was something Iron Dragon Letitia would desire.

Unfortunately, deep within Iron Dragon Letitia’s heart, her standards for partners leaned towards those who could surpass her in power and life levels, making her look up to lawful dragons.

For suitors whose age and life level were clearly below hers, she truly had little interest.

After merely seconds of scrutiny.

Her tail swept, precisely picking up the precious frozen iron flower tree before the cave, without reluctance tossing it back, landing steadily at the chromatic dragon’s feet.

"I’ve told you more than once."

Her words were resolute, leaving no room for fantasy: "These... low-value trinkets, don’t bother bringing them anymore, I have no interest in you whatsoever, immediately leave my territory."

Her demeanor was cold and distant, emitting an aura of rejection.

Yet.

Chromatic dragon was enthralled by Letitia’s strong, cold, and decisive characteristics.

He slightly lowered his head, his voice deliberately lowered with humility and earnestness.

"I know you appreciate dragons stronger than yourself."

"But Letitia, please consider, those evil dragons whose power surpasses yours, are their hearts truly worth trusting?"

"They only constantly think about how to dominate you, control you, completely subdue your will, making you their vassal."

He slowly raised his head, looking directly at the Iron Dragon.

"Since that’s the case, why not try an entirely different relational dynamic?"

The chromatic dragon softly whispered: "I admit my weakness."

"At least in terms of power, I’m currently unable to match you."

"But doesn’t this also mean, I’d understand to accommodate you, comply with your intentions, never defy your thoughts?"

"Even, I’m willing to endure your humiliation, letting you fully experience the pleasure of controlling everything as a more powerful party."

The chromatic dragon’s character, in certain aspects, bore similarities to the devious green dragon—they were naturally adept at disguises, skilled in conversation, and versed in deception.

For instance, sometimes they could completely mimic their scales to silver, using the elegant posture similar to a silver dragon, engaging with those intelligent beings.

When the opponent let down their guard, mistaking it for a noble silver dragon, they’d launch a sudden lethal attack.

At this moment, the chromatic dragon clearly applied the "skilled in conversation" and "crafty in persuasion" aspects of his racial talent to the matter of courting.

Iron Dragon Letitia fell into a brief silence.

In several seconds of stillness, though her massive form remained in a rejecting posture, from the slight sway at the end of her sturdy tail, the curve becoming less rigid, a keen observer could capture a slight clue—it was apparent that something in the chromatic dragon’s words just now had indeed touched on her deeply ingrained desire for control, sparking a bit of interest.