Flood Dragon, upon hearing the Master's words, instantly felt a wave of relief in his heart. He gratefully glanced at the Master and then bowed deeply, saying with utmost sincerity, "Thank you, Master, for your generosity! I, Flood Dragon, will be even more cautious and careful in the future, ensuring I cause no trouble for you and the Demon Clan!"
"Could the Master have recognized the wrong person?" Flood Dragon mused quietly to himself. Though his voice was faint, as if just the breath from his lips fluttering, it was exceptionally clear in the silence of the Palace where only his own heartbeat could be heard. He looked up at the Master seated high on the Throne, those eyes appearing to cut through all fog in an attempt to find some sign of recognition or even the slightest warmth and reconciliation. Yet, the Master's face was as unyielding as an iceberg, devoid of any expression, like a lifelike statue carved from stone, inscrutable in its innermost thoughts.