After getting up, Ao Xin ate some delicacies and drank a cup of Immortal Wine before heading out.
Although his Dragon Guards had put on matching armor to show respect and mark the solemn occasion, they had merely donned bright silver Snake-Scale Armor, with nothing particularly eye-catching about their attire.
After Ao Xin left the barracks, before he even reached the Dragon Palace, the remaining Dragon Princes began setting out for the palace one after another.
Some were brimming with ambition, while others were utterly unconcerned. Two or three, like Ao Lie, had dressed their Dragon Guards up like enormous feather dusters. Who knew what sins those guards had committed to end up serving such masters?
Ao Dongping and Cui Jiuyang gnawed on large chunks of boiled fish as they watched the Dragon Princes leave from the entrance to their own barracks.
"Lord Ao, do you think those princes really believe they can beat Ao Lie?"
"Our prince thinks he can beat Prince Ao Ming, too."
"The princes don't actually meet in their everyday lives. They spend most of their time in their own fiefdoms. Even when they go out to exterminate entrenched Yaomo and the like, they return to camp with their troops as soon as the fighting is over, rather than wandering around."
"Exceptional circumstances are rare, but over all these years, some Great Yaomo really have escaped from Guixu... If you wander around the sea and actually encounter one, you'll meet a very miserable end."
"Prince Ao Luo died so horribly that quite a few people speculated at the time that a Great Yaomo that had broken out of Guixu had killed him."
"What exactly is Guixu like? I keep hearing people mention it, but it's always something they've read in books. No one's seen it."
"Hmm...