Thanks to Ao Kong's efforts.
Very soon.
More than thirty Nascent Soul-level dragons of different bloodlines arrived on Ruoquan Island.
They stared blankly at the Dragon Transformation Pool.
"Ancestor? Have you truly not been bewitched?"
One of the younger Nascent Soul dragons could not help asking, "You called us here just to have us bleed into it?"
The other dragons also suspected that their ancestor had slept too long and muddled his mind—after all, before reaching the Nascent Soul realm, they had often sneaked around to pluck their ancestor's scales. They were not afraid to grumble about him behind his back.
The dragon race's numbers were so pitifully small that they cared for their younger generation even more excessively than some human sects. They truly held them in their palms for fear they would fall, and in their mouths for fear they would melt.
Ao Kong's expression turned stern. "Otherwise, what did I call you here for?"
With a resentful tone, he said, "If you had started branching out and multiplying for the dragon race sooner, I would not have to spend all day exhausting my mind and strength. You are all hundreds of years old, yet none of you has taken a mate or left behind descendants.
You are truly the shame of the dragon race!
If all of you behaved like this, then after I ascend, would I have to remain alone in that vast Dragon Sea for thousands of years, with no descendants or offspring at my side to serve me?"
Perhaps he had struck some sore point. In any case, the more he spoke, the angrier he became. Right there and then, he viciously lashed... several randomly selected lucky Nascent Soul dragons with his tail, sending them coughing up blood.
But to dragons, coughing up such