From its lofty perch, the creature's vertical pupils locked onto the small yet resolute figure in white on the ground, a deep greed gleaming in its eyes. Its voice was lazy yet domineering, carrying an air of absolute control and condescension.

"Young one, this dragon offers you one last chance."

"Surrender the supreme treasure on you that controls time, submit to this dragon, join the Dragon Realm, and become the first human warrior under my command."

"Today's events will be forgiven. Ao Chi's life, I can spare for now, granting you both survival and the opportunity for eternal cultivation. What say you?"