On the one hand, the elder believed in his heart that his son could never compare to Little White Dragon Ao Tong.
On the other hand, the elder also had to protect his son.
After all, judging by the other elders' attitudes, it was obvious that nothing good would come of refusing to withdraw from this election for Dragon King.
Little White Dragon Ao Tong had already been chosen behind closed doors as the next Dragon King, but none of the formalities could be skipped.
However, Little White Dragon Ao Tong had yet to mature, and his chances of success did not seem particularly high.
Thus, their only option was to make Little White Dragon Ao Tong the sole candidate in this election for Dragon King.
Only then could they ensure, beyond any possibility of failure, that Little White Dragon Ao Tong would become the Dragon Tribe's Dragon King.
Yet Little White Dragon Ao Tong, whom all the Dragon Tribe's elders considered the sole choice for Dragon King, was still serving as a mount beneath Tang Sanzang.
The Dragon Tribe had already tacitly accepted all of this.
After all, what was the big deal about letting someone ride him for a while?
They could now see that Little White Dragon Ao Tong had already gained plenty of benefits during this Journey to the West Calamity.
Compared with those benefits, could briefly serving as someone else's mount really be considered a bad thing?
"I wonder what kind of ordeal we'll face next."
Sun Wukong stretched. He had felt no pressure whatsoever during their previous ordeal, which the Dragon Tribe had orchestrated.
Those fellows in the Dragon Tribe had been far too biased. For the rest of them, that ordeal had been as easy as taking a stroll.
So much so that