Little Dragon Girl took out a conch and blew into it.
Ao Bing immediately fell silent.
This Magic Conch was a thousand years old. It could transmit sound to a particular person, allowing them to communicate freely even a thousand miles apart.
If that was the case, why had we waded all the way here?
How could a wooden wheelchair withstand being soaked?
Ao Guang was still in the sky, considering whether he should withdraw, when he suddenly heard the conch.
Ao Bing was alive? And he had taken office in Great Shang, intending to help Shang vanquish Zhou, increase its fortune, and revive the Dragon Tribe?
With a moment's thought, Ao Guang grasped the crucial point. Having lost his Dragon Tendon and all his magical power, Ao Bing's only option was to perform the deeds of the Human Race in human form and claim a sliver of its fortune.
This was a gamble-a bet that Great Shang could reverse the tide of the times, change the heavens, and rewrite its fate.
Ao Guang gave a long cry, his eyes widening as he looked down at Ao Bing and Little Dragon Girl.
The Dragon Tribe would take that bet.
The Dragon Tribe was no different from King Zhou. Both were defying heaven to rewrite their fate. Since that was so, they might as well stand on the same battle line.
Zi Shou jumped at the sudden roar. Why did he have to bellow so loudly?
Ao Guang spoke then. "When the myriad lands commit crimes, the guilt lies with the myriad lands. The Human Emperor's lofty principles embody the way of an enlightened ruler: distinguishing public affairs from private interests, neither blindly following antiquity nor clinging to the present. A sagely emperor prizes law over righteousness. Laws must be clear,