Golden light glittered across the sky, immortal conches heralded the way, and mighty figures arrived in an endless stream.
Yet the procession had stopped moving because of the dispute up ahead.
Red Boy also noticed that the terrifying aura just unleashed had come from a potbellied Bodhisattva.
Behind the Bodhisattvas, a laughing old monk with an extraordinarily terrifying aura sat upon a Lotus Throne suspended in midair. His expression looked rather sour as well.
"Bodhisattva Maitreya Buddha, please calm your anger. Buddha, please calm your anger. It is not that our Dragon Clan knows nothing of hospitality, but that His Majesty the Dragon Emperor insisted on holding his coronation here. This is where he rose to prominence. His Majesty also said that if you feel our Dragon Clan has slighted you, you are free to leave."
The Dragon King of the Southern Sea and the Dragon King of the Northern Sea apologized while conveying Ao Tuo's wishes in full.
They had no choice. They, too, felt that the Black Water River was far too shabby, and that he was disgracing the Dragon Clan.
The river was too small, and its water was too foul and dark.
But Ao Tuo insisted on holding his coronation here. Like a turtle that had swallowed an iron weight, his resolve was ironclad; no amount of persuasion worked.
The Dragon King of the Southern Sea and the Dragon King of the Northern Sea dared not protest. They could only grit their teeth and carry out his wishes.
The Black Water River looked this good only because the Dragon Clan had carefully cleaned and tidied it up. Otherwise, it would have been even more embarrassing.
Sure enough.
Even after all that, they had still offended their guests.
But Alligator Dragon naturally had no fear of offending