"Your Majesty the Dragon King, you're too kind."
Chen Mu waved his hand and said with a smile, "We're all working for China now. Your becoming stronger is a help to China."
Chen Mu did not take credit for Ao Guang becoming a Saint. In his view, as long as something benefited China, it was worth doing.
Besides, compared to the other three—whether Yuanshi Tianzun or Jie Yin and Zhun Ti—none of them were easy to deal with. Letting them become Saints did not necessarily mean they would give their all for China.
Just look at the Jade Emperor and Ao Guang. People who originally could never have become Saints would inevitably be deeply grateful to China after attaining sainthood, and they would also be easier for Nüwa to control.
"China has always called itself the Descendants of the Dragon. It wouldn't do for you dragons to be so pathetic."
If the Dragon Clan's strongest fighters were only Golden Immortals, that would be far too weak. The Dragon Clan would truly be little different from mascots.
Since there was a chance to raise the Dragon Clan's strength, Chen Mu did not mind lending them a hand.
"That's right. From now on, the Dragon Clan and China will forever be one family!"
Ao Guang smiled as well. Chen Mu was right—the Dragon Clan had indeed been far too weak before. Compared with the humans of Multiverse China, they simply could not be mentioned in the same breath.
Now that he had become a Saint, the Dragon Clan's strength had risen in an instant. At the very least, in terms of top-tier combat power, he, a Saint, could now carry the burden.
In the eyes of the many great powers in this world, the Dragon Clan had originally been a weak race