The old man had two gigantic antennae on his head, and an aura of dignity emanated from between his brows.
The old man narrowed his eyes, surveyed Wang Zhan, then spoke with clear confusion, "How is it possible for a mere human like you to carry the aura of a dragon?"
Wang Zhan was taken aback. "Dragon?"
"Answer my question."
As he spoke, the elder's expression hardened considerably. He then lunged rapidly at Wang Zhan. Before Wang Zhan could react, he felt a large hand seize his neck, forcefully pinning him against the wall.
Wang Zhan's expression changed, and he quickly said, "Perhaps it's because I previously obtained a suit of armor called the Heavenly Dragon Armor. The dragon's aura might still be on it, which is likely why you're mistaken."
The old man narrowed his eyes, staring at Wang Zhan for a good while before flinging him aside. He then asked, enunciating each word clearly, "Where is the Heavenly Dragon Armor?"
