The True Dragon's enormous body crashed heavily onto the sea.
It triggered a considerable chain reaction, sending constant ripples across the surface.
Wave pushed upon wave, forming towering breakers in the distance.
Inside the Water Mansion, its vast formation gave a violent roar.
The True Dragon landed in the water and took human form.
The Golden Thread Robe he wore was already torn.
Looking wretched, he barely steadied himself and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He raised his head, his golden gaze already several shades dimmer, and looked at the Blue Robes Man before him.
"Th-thank you for your instruction, Immortal Master. This lowly dragon understands... understands."
Li Ping'an said calmly, "Dragon Lord, your cultivation did not come easily. Do not lose the greater for the sake of the lesser.
"Today, I have given you a small punishment as a grave warning. I hope you will thoroughly mend your ways from now on, Dragon Lord."
"Do not bring about a great calamity and regret it when it is too late."
The Dragon Lord hurriedly bowed, repeating, "Your rebuke is right, Immortal Master. Your rebuke is right..."
He dared not utter a single word of protest.
The man and dragon returned to the Water Mansion.
The aquatic spirit monsters watched their Dragon Lord, who had charged out of the Water Mansion so aggressively, now stumble back in looking thoroughly bedraggled.
Even a fool would have known the outcome, so they dared speak even less.
Li Ping'an glanced back at the long line of people who had yet to finish presenting their gifts.
The Dragon Lord hurriedly said, "I will have them return all these things at once, and I guarantee nothing like this will happen again."
Li Ping'an said, "Gifts for the three festivals and two birthdays are quite ordinary.