Dragon Phoenix Body

The little one lay quietly in Ling Yun's arms, perhaps feeling tired or simply wanting a hug.

"Daddy, Qianqian can't breathe fire."

"You can't breathe fire, you aren't Little Irene."

"Why, though?"

"Because Little Irene can do it naturally."

"Huh?"

The little one indicated she still didn't understand, shaking her little head against his chest.

"Daddy doesn't breathe fire, so you can't either, understand?"

This time the little one nodded!

"Pfft."

A chuckle caused the little one to poke her head out—it was Princess Consort!

She had been here for a long time. From the appearance of the two dragons to her initial shock and present calm, she had experienced a rollercoaster of heart-pounding emotions. Now, overhearing the conversation between father and daughter and hearing them mention Little Irene, she couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Emperor Lord and the little princess share such a close bond."

"So close, muah!" the little one replied.

Ling Yun copied her: "So close, muah!"

Princess Consort continued, "Thank you, Emperor Lord, for your deep grace toward my daughter!" Her tone was extremely sincere, seizing the chance to properly express her gratitude for repairing Little Irene's dantian and cultivation.

"Such a small matter," Ling Yun said with displeasure. He had told Princess Consort how many times not to be so overly polite.

The little one chimed in again, "Such a small matter, sigh!" sounding just like an old person.

Ling Yun flicked her forehead: "Let's go down."

With that, father and daughter floated down before Princess Consort.

"You probably know by now that the time difference between my hometown and here is vast. I hope you won't blame me."

"Of course not..." Princess Consort waved a hand, though she still felt a little unhappy inside. Which parent wouldn't be anxious if their child didn't grow