Ao Guang was rather confused. The Eight Immortals clearly meant eight immortals, so why had only two come?
"Father, Tieguai Li and Han Zhongli are explicitly named among the Eight Immortals in the Heavenly Sovereign's decree. We should stop them from crossing the sea," Hua Long reminded Ao Guang.
Ao Guang nodded. Indeed, whether one came or two, none of the Eight Immortals were allowed to cross.
"Your son requests permission to lead the Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals to drive those two away," Hua Long continued, cupping his fists when he saw Ao Guang nod.
Although he was the Dragon King's son and usually enjoyed Ao Guang's affection, his third brother Ao Bing's halo shone far too brightly. Whenever people mentioned the East Sea's princes, they instinctively thought of Ao Bing rather than him. Hua Long deeply respected his elder brother, but he had ambitions of his own. He wanted to raise his dragon head above the crowd and make a name for himself in the Primordial World!
This time, he felt he had an opportunity.
Ao Guang had originally intended to act personally. Hearing Hua Long's request, however, he reconsidered. If all Eight Immortals had arrived, it would certainly have been appropriate for him to intervene, but dealing personally with just two would be beneath his station. Letting his son send them packing would do.
Thus, Ao Guang told Hua Long, "Very well, Hua Long. I leave this matter to you. Remember, do not tarnish the might of our East Sea Dragon Race!"
"Your son obeys!" Hua Long answered loudly. Then he turned, transformed into a Divine Dragon, and flew out of the Crystal Palace.
On the shores of the East Sea.
"So slow! Your East Sea Dragon Race is terribly inefficient. We're only handing over our