Inside the Crystal Palace.
Sun Wukong walked among dozens of weapons.
They were all heavy, their appearances extraordinary, and each held an indescribable edge and aura.
Unfortunately,
Sun Wukong felt nothing as he looked at them.
Impatient, he said, "None of these feel right. You're such a mighty Dragon King—don't tell me this junk is all you've got?"
"Oh, Great Immortal, your Divine Abilities are vast, but you don't know how hard things are for us. The East Sea Dragon Palace may rule the East Sea and look powerful, but I don't have the final say in the Dragon Clan!"
Ao Guang sighed. "The East Sea Dragon Palace has a Council of Elders, a Board of Directors, the True Dragon Realm's Discipline Inspection Bureau, and the Dragon Kings of its various branches."
"They control much of the Dragon Clan's wealth and influence. As Dragon King, I'm merely a symbol of the clan's honor. I have very little say!"
"I'm the one put on display, looking imposing, but I hold little real power. Otherwise, why wouldn't I live like a lord in the East Sea Dragon Palace instead of coming to this wretched place to drink?"
"I've achieved nothing I hoped for, and my heart is troubled. That's why I hide here and drink away my sorrows."
"Great Immortal, you think too highly of me. I'm nowhere near as capable as you imagine!"
"Putting out so many weapons for you to choose from is already the best I can do."
Seeing the Old Dragon King sigh and lament,
Sun Wukong's anger ebbed. He scratched his head. "Is that really true?"
"It truly is, Great Immortal." Ao Guang sighed. "If I had any power or influence, why would I have to humble myself like this?"
"All right." Sun Wukong was at a