Ziyan's Displeasure

"Ziyan, you... you shouldn't have come here..."

Elder Qingshan looked at Ziyan, who had suddenly barged in, and froze for a moment before letting out a sigh.

"Old man, if I hadn't come, you'd be dead soon."

"Besides, these people came prepared. Until they find me, they won't let this go."

As Ziyan spoke, she turned her head toward the three Dragon Kings, her tone notably calm.

Upon hearing this, Elder Qingshan fell silent.

How could he not understand that? But little ancestor, you were the hope of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan.

Keeping you safe was more important than anything. Yet given the current situation, all he could do was send Ziyan a voice transmission, telling her to stall for as long as she could.

"Hehe... Niece Ziyan is indeed a sensible girl, unlike that stubborn old fool Qingshan. If he'd brought you out sooner, we could have avoided hurting the harmony among our own people."

Seeing this, the North Dragon King sized Ziyan up before speaking with a broad smile.

The West Dragon King and South Dragon King beside him exchanged glances as well, the curves of their lips deepening further.

"How hypocritical. Who's your niece? I have no idea which old bastard raised a disgusting old man like you, but it's truly revolting!"

Ziyan curled her lips and spoke with an expression of utter disgust.

The North Dragon King's smile immediately froze upon hearing that, and a flash of killing intent flickered deep in his eyes.

However, he did not lose his temper. He merely continued with a genial smile, "Niece Ziyan, whether you acknowledge it or not, the three of us possess royal bloodlines."

"Now that His Majesty the Dragon Emperor has been gone for many days, it is only natural for us to reorganize the