Hearing Fuyazi put it that way, Ling Qing understood.
The conflict between the Poyang Lake Lord and the Black Python was a family matter.
The Dragon Lord had compensated the lakeside fishermen who might be implicated, and the fellow Daoists in the vicinity had been invited to hold back the surging waves—presumably, they too received benefits.
Thus, although this affair looked like a disaster, it actually carried no small hidden danger.
Yet after weighing the interests of these few parties, the matter had become a customary practice.
He Xiangu had likely refrained from interfering for this reason as well.
Although the Poyang Lake Lord fought the Black Python year after year, no lives were lost, and he had violated none of the Heavenly Court's laws.
Even when he occasionally stirred up winds and waves, he was fulfilling his duty as Lake Lord.
After all, the responsibilities of the Department of Clouds and Rain were not merely to ensure favorable weather in the mortal realm. Stirring wind and raising waves to display Heaven's might was also part of their duty.
Moreover, compared to certain water dragons, the Poyang Lake Lord was indeed kindhearted.
Though the Black Python was his illegitimate son and possessed no dragon bloodline, his cultivation was formidable.
If he could be reformed, the Poyang Lake Dragon Palace would surely gain another source of strength.
And even if he could not, that was still better than having one more enemy who would stop at nothing and bear a single-minded grudge against him.
Fuyazi and the others not only owed the Lake Lord a favor, but also gained the merit of protecting the land and its people.
It could be called killing two birds with one stone.
As for the Black Python, who seemed to gain nothing, though he harbored