"Elder! Th-this can't be!"
Ao Guang panicked as soon as he heard this.
"Everything in the Treasure Trove is the result of my Dragon Clan's efforts over countless ages! How can we let her take whatever she wants?"
If they really let her take things at will, she might empty the East Sea Dragon Palace today!
"Silence!" The leading Dragon Clan elder turned and glared fiercely at Ao Guang, his eyes full of disappointment and anger.
"What do you know?!"
He roared at Ao Guang through Divine Sense: "Do you know who she is?! She has Pan Gu's aura! She's a descendant of Pan Gu!"
"Take another look at that Milk Bottle in her hands! It's swirling with Chaos energy! It's a Chaos treasure!"
"A baby with Pangu Bloodline and a Chaos treasure in her hands—tell me, who is she?!"
"Is she the ultimate trump card that madman Tongtian conjured up through some heaven-defying means?!"
"Forget you— even a Saint might not come out ahead!"
"And you want to fight her? Are you trying to get our entire Dragon Clan buried with her?!"
The elder's words drenched Ao Guang in icy water from head to toe.
A descendant of Pan Gu?
A Chaos treasure?
Even a Saint couldn't come out ahead?
He stared blankly at the baby, who was cheerfully rummaging through the treasures with her little bottom sticking up, and felt his mind go utterly blank.
At last, he understood what kind of being he had provoked.
"Th-then what do we do now?" Ao Guang asked, his voice trembling.
"What else can we do?" the elder replied sourly. "There's nothing for it! We'll just have to accept the loss and hope it averts disaster. Let's pray this Little Ancestor takes enough and leaves soon!"
With that, he and the