Little White Dragon Ate Tang Sanzang? Sun Wukong's Wild Joy! The Great Sage Equal to Heaven Was Nothing Special

Inside Zixiao Palace.

Little White Dragon knelt before the prayer mat, his head bowed so low it nearly sank into his chest!

The Dao Ancestor's words—"Doesn't your Dragon Clan enjoy being vassals to your juniors?"—buzzed in his ears!

Every word was a needle driven into the softest part of his heart.

He wanted to argue, but he could not open his mouth.

Because the Dao Ancestor was telling the truth!

In his eyes, the Dragon Clan truly lived in humiliation now!

The Dragon Kings of the Four Seas were nominally lords of the aquatic races, but the hour, amount, and range of every rainfall had to be approved by Heavenly Court.

One drop too little or the time it took an incense stick too late, and they had committed a grave violation of the Heavenly Edicts.

When his father, the Dragon King of the West Sea, reported to Heavenly Court, even his place in Lingxiao Treasure Hall was behind the Twenty-Eight Mansions!

The Dragon Clan always did the work, but never had the final say.

Those Interception Sect disciples were polite to the Dragon Clan, but every dragon knew what lay beneath that courtesy: you were no disciple of the Interception Sect. You were only an outsider vassal!

Every member of the Dragon Clan knew that stifling grievance, but none dared speak it aloud.

They said it was for the Dragon Clan's survival, but after surviving for so many years, the clan was still the same—trampled underfoot, never able to rise again!

Yet today, the Dao Ancestor had sought him out personally.

What kind of figure was the Dao Ancestor?

The architect of order in the Three Realms, teacher of the Six Heavenly Dao Saints— even the Jade Emperor and Tathagata had to bow before him!!

And such a figure