Ao Guang nodded.
Then he cautiously said,
"Ancestor, it isn't that I begrudge these treasures... I just don't understand. Even if Nezha has some backing, is he really worth this much?"
You are the ancestor of our Dragon Clan!
No matter how much backing Nezha had... he was still only a junior. Was there any need to treat him with such deference? In Ao Guang's view, they were practically meeting his every demand without condition.
Zhu Long sighed upon hearing this.
"You still haven't seen it..."
"Nezha came from Empress Wa Palace. He is the reincarnation of Ling Zhuzi, Saint Nüwa's disciple. And now, the aura of the Nine Revolutions Mystical Skill around him makes it clear that he has taken the Martial Ancestor as his master!"
"Now do you understand why?"
After saying this, Zhu Long stared directly at Ao Guang.
Ao Guang's eyes widened in shock, and his expression froze in that instant. Before Zhu Long revealed this, he truly had not noticed!
After saying his piece, Zhu Long no longer looked at him.
Turning his gaze, he clasped his hands behind his back and looked into the void. He saw Ao Bing carrying Nezha as they streaked around in flashes of white light, while Nezha's loud cries rang out:
"I want this one!"
"And that one too..."
"Aren't you the Third Prince? Fly faster!"
"..."
Zhu Long chuckled softly as he listened.
He did not feel that he was suffering any grievance, nor did he think he was being overly deferential to Nezha. Nezha was clearly an unruly little brat with an unstable temperament; he simply needed to be humored properly...
Was it really so humiliating for an old man to humor a child?
Besides...
How many people did not even have such an opportunity?
Would someone