Fang Chen stayed behind. He planned to attend the East Sea Dragon King's funeral.
Inside the East Sea Dragon Palace, Fang Chen and Island Master Biluo kept Ao Xuan company.
"Senior Ao Xuan, please accept my condolences," Fang Chen said.
Ao Xuan nodded slightly. "Thank you. I'm all right. Fellow Daoist Fang Chen, please get some rest. I still have matters to attend to."
"All right."
Fang Chen nodded. He knew Ao Xuan must have a great deal to do, so he settled in at the East Sea Dragon Palace.
A month later, representatives from the South Sea Dragon Clan, the West Sea Dragon Clan, and the North Sea Dragon Clan arrived. The West Sea Dragon King and the North Sea Dragon King were both at war with the Devil Race, and the situation was grim. Neither could come to the East Sea in person.
The South Sea Dragon King did not come either, but the South Sea Dragon Clan sent Dragon Turtle.
Dragon Turtle brought Ao Hong and the core members of the South Sea Dragon Clan with him.
"Greetings, Senior Dragon Turtle!"
The moment Fang Chen saw Dragon Turtle, he bowed slightly.
"No need for formalities, Fellow Daoist Fang Chen!" Dragon Turtle waved a hand. He was now the second-in-command of the South Sea Dragon Clan. With Fang Chen's help, he had reached the Nine-Tribulation Saint realm, and his strength was no longer what it had once been.
Three days later, the East Sea Dragon King's funeral came to a close. Fang Chen still did not leave.
After the funeral, Ao Xuan and Dragon Turtle gathered with the representatives of the North Sea and West Sea Dragon Clans.
Ao Xuan solemnly introduced Fang Chen to the representatives of both clans.
The West Sea Dragon Clan's representative was Ao