Just then.
Ao Guang hurriedly flew out of the sea, his face filled with anxiety and anger. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly spotted Zhu Long and froze on the spot!
"Ancestor?"
Why had Ancestor Zhu Long come out?
Before Ao Guang could figure it out, seawater condensed into a gigantic palm and slammed directly toward him. Before his astonished eyes, it sent him straight back into the sea!
Zhu Long snorted softly as well.
"Useless fool!"
"I see you've enjoyed too many good days lately and forgotten what I told you before... Such a huge commotion broke out, yet you only showed up now? What were you doing earlier?"
Were there many Innate Spiritual Treasures capable of stirring the East Sea?
Could their owners possibly be ordinary people?
Yet he had actually allowed Ao Bing to handle it.
What could a young hothead like him understand?
A moment later.
Ao Guang climbed out again with a bitter expression and said helplessly to Zhu Long:
"Ancestor, your rebuke is justified!"
"But Bing'er is the one who was injured now..."
As he spoke, he looked worriedly toward Nezha, his eyes full of heartache. No matter what... this was still his son. How could he not feel distressed?
Zhu Long merely glanced at him.
Ao Guang immediately fell silent!
Only then did Zhu Long say calmly:
"Ao Bing was destined to face this calamity. He cannot escape it... Besides, his life was not endangered, was it? With the Dragon Clan's physique, a short period of recuperation will be enough!"
As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face once more.
He looked kindly at Nezha and continued:
"Little friend Nezha..."
"What do you think of my proposal just now?"
Nezha's eyes spun around. The instant Zhu Long made