Hundreds of thousands of years of waiting had not worn the Long River Dragon Lord into something hateful.
As the Aquatic Race member Ao Shuyi had valued most in life—so much so that he had kept him at his side, watching over him and laying out his future—the Yellow River's chief administrator... Fuyunqin resembled his lord in more than a few ways.
At the very least, they were equally stubborn.
He wanted to "release resentment." Though he had refused to speak, he had ultimately opened his mouth. Even if his unhealed severed tongue produced an unpleasant sound.
He wanted to "hold reverence." He always had to remember the grace of the Sons of Heaven of every side, who had granted the Aquatic Race a place to live. Though sometimes Jiang Wang had to remind him.
As the only Aquatic Race True Lord in the Long River, a banner for the Aquatic Race across the world, every move he made could invite speculation. Therefore, he tried his utmost not to reveal what he thought or felt.
He ought to have been a stone!
Set there for all to watch, left to the wind and rain. Bearing the waters of the Long River across countless billions of acres, he should not have shed a single sorrowful tear.
He had already given enough for the Aquatic Race.
Jiang Wang could no longer let him suppress every expression of himself.
Though he had advised him time and again, openly and in private, Fuyunqin refused to wear that crown of gratitude. Yet he had always observed proper rites, serving White Jade Capital as a minister—earlier, when Jiang An'an had gone boating on the Long River to take in the scenery of its waters, Fuyunqin had come as soon as he heard, personally clearing the way