At that moment, quite a few people slowly began to sneer and mock without end.
If Long Ling'er could have soared to the heavens in a single bound, then of course everyone around her would have been good people, all of them smiling faces. But if blame had to be placed, she could only blame herself for failing. This world had always been like this: when you succeeded, everyone around you was good, every one of them lively, warm, and perfectly pleasant; but once you failed, you would discover the world's other, extremely cruel side.
The world had always been this way. It was only that your surroundings, your status, and the people around you had changed to a certain degree.
Long Ling'er felt indignant about it.
She stomped her foot hard, then wanted to salvage the matter directly, but it seemed everything was already too late.
"Father, why can't it be done?
Are we really supposed to let Xiao Baihua, a mere collateral branch member of the Dragon Clan, enter Lord Long Qingran's command?
Could it be that our Flood Dragon Clan truly intends to do this? Are we truly willing to accept this?
Father, no matter what you are thinking, at least I am absolutely unwilling in this matter. I ask Father to consider it carefully again here, for your daughter, for the people of our line.
Is that all right?"
At this very moment, Long Ling'er kept begging and persuading him, only unfortunately, the effect was just so-so.
The Patriarch of the Flood Dragon Clan before her, the Flood Dragon King, looked at his daughter in such a state and actually sighed softly. Only then did he speak. "Once, this opportunity was right before your eyes. Why did you not cherish it?
Now you are regretting it