The Primordial Wilderness was truly... too terrifying.
Amid a series of clinks, Ao Yi sat at the edge of his hundred-foot-long luxurious bed, both hands trembling nonstop. The nourishing tea in his hands kept spilling, and only a little actually made it into his mouth.
He was shaking, trembling, his entire body quivering faintly.
Ao Yi was not trembling because Dragon Mother, Turtle Immortal, and several Dragon Clan uncles and elders stood before him, nor because he feared them in his heart or worried about being punished.
Though he had only been out of his shell for eleven or twelve years, he considered himself fairly strong.
Before being sent to Golden Ao Island in the Southern Sea to seek a great immortal of Jie Teaching as his master, he had endured three months of torment from icy pillars and iron spikes without yielding even slightly.
This trembling was happening naturally, entirely beyond Ao Yi's control.
He felt as though his body could not muster the slightest strength. A shadow seemed to have settled in his heart, and that shadow...
Was the root of his trembling!
The moment he slightly lifted one corner of that shadow, Ao Yi saw that cold, stern face of the old human Daoist.
How could humans be so treacherous?
At the thought of that brief battle, Ao Yi immediately began trembling even harder.
Dragon Mother hurriedly urged the old dragons to inspect her second son's condition, but after examining him again and again, their only conclusion was—
He had drunk too much.
Ao Yi's newly protruding Adam's apple quivered up and down. He suddenly took a large gulp of the nourishing tea brewed from dozens of precious spirit herbs, then abruptly sprayed out another mouthful of spirit tea to the side and began dry-heaving violently.
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