Primordial Land, Eastern Sea.
When Chu Yi and Fifteen arrived at the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace, Ao Gan, the Eastern Sea Dragon King, was leading the dragons of the palace along with a host of shrimp soldiers and crab generals. With banners raised and gongs and drums sounding, and accompanied by Wu Zhan, the Black Dragon King, they parted the waters and emerged in a grand welcome.
Seeing this spectacle, the squad of shrimp soldiers and crab generals that had escorted the siblings through their escape technique was completely dumbfounded. Just who were these two little ones? Why was the old Dragon King receiving them with such lavish ceremony? It was simply unbelievable.
In secret, the dragon envoy who had once accompanied Ao Guang to Purple Jade Mountain to offer congratulations did not need to observe closely to know that these two were the children of that Dao Venerable.
Especially those two miniature Little Qilins—they were transformed from the Celestial Silkworm clan.
After receiving the dragon envoy's secret confirmation, the old Dragon King stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and laughed heartily. "Welcome, young friends, to my Eastern Sea as guests. This old dragon is deeply honored. You two are not outsiders, so please, come in!"
"You are too courteous, old Dragon King. My brother and I merely came to admire the sights beneath the sea, but some people were rather concerned about us. Left with no other choice, we had to trouble you."
Hearing Chu Yi's words, Wu Zhan, who stood beside them as company, immediately felt awkward. He also worried that the old Dragon King might use his grandson to appease these two little ones' anger.
Even though the two little ones did not appear angry, there was no guarantee that the old Dragon King would not