Ao Sheng, the Dragon God of Yunmeng.
He had been born into the West Sea Dragon Clan.
But unlike the dragon gods present,
Ao Sheng was famously down-and-out.
His direct-line elders had long perished in the Dragon-Han Crimson Bright Tribulation.
They could hardly offer him sufficient support.
If not for some older uncles in the West Sea Dragon Clan remembering old ties,
this opportunity to leave the Four Seas for land and stake a claim in the Four Rivers would not have fallen to Ao Sheng.
In Ao Yuan's impression, Ao Sheng had always been an unremarkable fellow who followed behind them, waving banners and cheering.
I don't remember having any friendship with this brother.
Why was he bringing this up now?
Ao Yuan narrowed his long, slender eyes and unconsciously turned the jade wine cup in his hand.
"Oh? Brother Sheng is clever. Do you know what troubles your elder brother?"
The moment he spoke,
the atmosphere in the hall fell silent.
More than a dozen gazes turned in unison toward Ao Sheng.
Ao Sheng felt no ripples in his heart.
Yet he still had to put on a flustered expression.
He carefully raised his head and said,
"Elder Brother possesses a heaven-sent bearing and is born for the Dao."
"You need only assume the rightful position of Great Dragon God of Huai River and command the water fortune of the Four Rivers."
"Then, using our dragon clan's secret art, you may obtain the Water Element Dao Fruit."
"But now, Elder Brother is restrained by the Wei River Water Lord and cannot achieve your full potential."
"That is why you are so despondent."
Ao Yuan's expression froze. He drained the wine from his cup.
Then he smashed the jade cup heavily onto the floor.
He said through gritted teeth,