"I thought you would wipe them out completely."
Yinglong grumbled as she ran errands for Wen Ming.
They were reshaping the Eastern Yi and working with the Fire Master, Cloud Master, and others to divide the Human Race's territory into the Nine Provinces.
With the Mountain-Opening Axe in hand, everyone showed them plenty of respect, and the proposal passed again and again.
The Nine Sons of the Dragon Ancestor were both fortunate and unfortunate in this process.
Wen Ming had taken a liking to them, and they had no choice but to make the journey as well.
Whether they were alive or already dead, they had to bind themselves to certain artifacts.
The Xia Hou Clan wanted to cast the Nine Cauldrons, symbolizing the Nine Provinces!
The surviving elders of the First Dragon Master Divine Dynasty were rather unwilling... It was certainly an honor and a promotion, but it was also a shackle, binding the Nine Sons of the Dragon Ancestor to different places like earthbound spirits, trapping them completely and making it difficult for them to interfere in the future struggle between the Azure Dragon Great Sage's return and Yinglong Great Sage's Dao.
Unfortunately, there was the Azure Dragon Great Sage's ambiguous attitude within, and the Fire Cloud Bird Three Masters' cryptic gazes without. Together, they formed an irresistible tide of power. How could a few weaklings possibly withstand it?
The nine sons fell silent and finally set off.
They gained considerable fortune, restored the Dragon Master's Vital Energy, and strengthened the Dragon Master's prestige, but they were also excluded from the Chess Game between the two dragons contending for the Dao.
Yinglong was very pleased. For a while, she smiled like a flower in full bloom, her spirits high.
After receiving Wen Ming's sweetener, she was motivated to