Wu Xin's sharp gaze made Ao Qian very uncomfortable, so with a whoosh, she darted behind Lu Zheng.
Lu Zheng patted Ao Qian's little head, then looked at Wu Xin expressionlessly.
Wu Xin smiled faintly and pressed his palms together in salute.
"Allow this humble monk to explain, Fellow Cultivator. This humble monk is Wu Xin, from the Great Spinal Artery Temple of the Western Regions, specializing in the Sutra of the World-Honored One's Nine Imperial Great Virtue Dragon Kings."
"This scripture is not a dragon-subduing art, but a method of cultivating alongside dragons and crossing over to the other shore together. A true dragon may become a Great Virtue Dragon King of the Buddhist sect, with a rank no lower than a Bodhisattva."
"This dragon maiden possesses pure bloodline and exceptional talent. If she enters my school and cultivates the true scripture alongside Shang Kun, her cultivation will surely advance by leaps and bounds. It will be far faster than cultivating the Jade Dragon Race's methods on her own. A hundred years of effort could grant her thousands of years of Dao comprehension. Would that not be a wonderful thing?"
Lu Zheng blinked. Feeling Ao Qian clutching tightly at the hem of his robe behind him, he had no desire to waste words with Wu Xin and said directly, "Since what you say is so good, go to the East Sea and discuss cooperation with the four great dragon clans. Qian Bao'er is my little sister, so forget about her."
"Exactly, exactly! If this whatever 'Wonderful Dharma Scripture' of yours is so good, go find the true dragon clans. I imagine they would agree too. Why set your sights on a little girl?" Du YueYao and Wang Xiaowan chimed in together.
Wu Xin was speechless.
Could he possibly say