The other side.
Inside the Dragon Clan's ancestral hall.
Ao Xue was lying boredly in a reclining chair, propping up her chin with one hand while lazily swinging one foot.
Not far from her.
Several ancient dragons, all nearing the end of their lifespans, were arguing endlessly.
The matter they were arguing over was very simple.
It was what kind of apprenticeship gift the Dragon Clan should present after Ao Xue became a disciple of the Interception Sect's Saint, Lin Xuan.
Some of the old dragons believed that the Dragon Clan had once been a hegemonic force in the immemorial primordial era. Even though it had fallen into decline now, it still should not lose face over the apprenticeship gift.
The gift should be as grand as possible, so that all the races and living beings in the primordial world would know that the Dragon Clan's foundations still remained.
The other old dragons believed that, given the Saintly Might of Lin Xuan, the Dragon Clan should offer the supreme treasures kept at the bottom of their chests, thereby displaying the Dragon Clan's sincerity.
Over such a simple matter, these old dragons had already been arguing here for several days.
When Ao Xue saw them acting this way, she could not help being rendered speechless.
Wasn't it just preparing an apprenticeship gift for me? Was there really any need to make it so serious?
As long as it expressed their sincerity, that would be enough.
Unfortunately, after Uncle Candle Dragon returned, he had gone straight into his own cave abode to enter secluded cultivation.
She had heard that after listening to Saint Lin Xuan's sermon and returning to the Ancestor Dragon Hall, the expression on his face had seemed extremely strange.
He had then sealed himself away and entered the deepest