After a long while, Long Aotian's body jerked, as though he had awakened from a dream.
He stood, turned around, and looked about. His eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment.
Lu Chengwen walked over and asked softly, "Senior Disciple Brother, are you all right?"
Long Aotian grabbed Lu Chengwen's wrist. "I think I had a dream."
"A dream about the Dragon God talking to you?"
Long Aotian froze. "I... don't remember. I think so."
Long Aotian tried hard to recall it, but no matter what he did, he could not remember what had just happened. He only had an extremely vague impression that something had happened, that he had met someone and exchanged a few words...
But he could not remember any of the specifics.
Lu Chengwen patted his shoulder. "Congratulations, Senior Disciple Brother. You are the Dragon God's inheritor."
"Huh?"
Long Aotian was confused. This time, he was neither showing off nor boasting.
Zhao Ritian said sourly from the side, "No way... him? The Dragon God's inheritor is a fagg—"
When Zhao Ritian saw Long Aotian's expression—melancholy, lost, and seemingly immersed in a deeply profound sorrow—he swallowed the harsh words.
Zhao Ritian patted Long Aotian's shoulder. "It's only temporary."
Long Aotian looked at Zhao Ritian. "What's with you? If you have something to say, just say it."
Zhao Ritian said, "Look at yourself. You look like you've lost your soul. There's no fun in mocking you like this."
"What's wrong with me?" Long Aotian snapped. "I'm perfectly fine!"
Lu Chengwen said, "Senior Disciple Brother, you cried."
"I cried..."
Long Aotian touched his face. Sure enough, it was covered in tears.
He hurriedly wiped them away. "Impossible! It's too hot in here—I was sweating. How could I, the mighty Long Aotian, sweat? How could I shed tears?"
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