In Zi Shou's plan A, he would give the common people a preconceived impression that Chentang Pass was being flooded as heavenly punishment because his virtue did not qualify him for his throne.
Nezha would ultimately kill himself, and although the calamity would pass, the common people would not know why. Most would probably still feel that heavenly punishment had played a part.
But after Ao Guang roared those words, events took a turn in the opposite direction.
Everyone knew Nezha was the one at fault. Zi Shou could no longer shoulder the blame.
Then he might as well stop trying.
Zi Shou still had plan B. Everything remained under control.
After more than a year, he had gained a profound understanding of what "hell difficulty" meant. Taking the blame would never be smooth sailing.
That was why, before leaving Chaoge, he had already prepared a fallback. In fact, because of his past failures, this fallback was his true grand plan for being a foolish ruler.
"Long Ji, can you still use your Twin Dragon Swords? Turn them into two dragons."
Not understanding his intentions, Long Ji took out the Twin Dragon Swords and tossed them into the air. Two golden dragons appeared in the courtyard.
Zi Shou asked again, "Can they speak?"
Long Ji nodded. "They were refined from golden dragons to begin with. They have some cultivation and can speak."
"Whose voices are louder, theirs or the Four Seas Dragon Kings'?"
"Well..." Long Ji paused. "I don't know about that, but with magical power amplifying them, their voices could reach all of Chentang Pass."
"Good. Ride a golden dragon with me, and let's meet the dragon kings."
In the side courtyard, Ao Bing sat in his newly made wheelchair, gripping the wheels and rolling back and forth. It