The Dragon Lord was torn inside.
He always felt something would go wrong.
For the first half of the journey, they had been under his watch. The brat had only kissed his daughter and done nothing wilder. But now that his cultivation had broken through, his spirits were soaring, and he had slipped beyond their surveillance—if he got carried away on a whim, could his daughter withstand him?
Looking at the situation, it really hung by a thread...
That useless daughter of his had no resistance whatsoever before him...
He wanted to make arrangements with the Dragon Queen beside him, but how was he supposed to bring it up?
The Dragon Queen saw through his thoughts. "Your Majesty, I must lay everything bare before you now. Do not entertain any thought of killing him again! He is already the son-in-law of you and me!"
The Dragon Lord's brows and beard twisted themselves into knots.
Heaven bore witness—oh, there was not even a Heavenly Dao here, so there was probably no heaven in the ordinary sense either. Let his ancestors of eight generations bear witness, then: the Dragon Lord absolutely did not like Lin Mouren.
Not one tiny bit!
One could even say that he hated this Lin Mouren!
There were at least three reasons for that hatred. First, he was human, and the Dragon Lord of No Way had always shared a blood feud with humanity. Second, he resembled the former Military Saint too closely. Every time he saw him showing off the Literary Way, the Dragon Lord felt the dull ache of old scars being peeled open layer by layer. Third, he had met this brat three times, and every time he could sense the brat's schemes whirling and soaring. At first, those schemes always sent ripples of excitement