The Dragon God's Past

Zhong Lingyue waved his little hand.

An invisible force surged forth from the void, lifting Gu Yue's body. She floated in midair, unable to move her limbs, like a little bird caught in an invisible hand.

That force carried her across the office and pressed her firmly onto the sofa. Her back sank into the soft cushions, leaving her completely unable to move.

Zhong Lingyue strolled leisurely toward the sofa, his short legs moving at an unhurried pace, his white robe fluttering behind him. Reaching the sofa, he climbed onto its armrest and looked down at Gu Yue from above, his golden eyes brimming with mischief and smug satisfaction.

He spoke with a grin, his voice full of teasing.

"Come to think of it, you should be calling me Grandpa."

Gu Yue's black eyes were filled with anger and unwillingness. She bit her lip and desperately circulated the power within her body, trying to break through the seal. But the force restraining her was too powerful—so powerful that it left her in despair.

Zhong Shenxiu rose from behind his desk. He walked around it and came to the sofa, his pale golden vertical pupils fixed on Zhong Lingyue. His voice was calm, but carried a hint of warning.

"Ling Yue, let her go."

His tone was not harsh, but every word carried unquestionable weight.

Zhong Lingyue turned to look at the serious Zhong Shenxiu. A trace of grievance and reluctance flashed through his golden eyes. He pursed his lips, and the mischief and pride vanished from his little face, replaced by obedience and compliance.

"Alright, Father."

He waved his little hand, and the force binding Gu Yue instantly dissipated.

Gu Yue sat up from the sofa, her body trembling slightly. Not from fear, but shock. Her black eyes widened as