"Ao Tai is a fool, Ao Ming is ruthless, and you're useless.
"Actually, none of you three is suited to be Dragon King, so as far as I'm concerned, any of you will do.
"Are you sure you don't want to put yourself forward? Maybe you could sway me."
Ao Han looked at Cui Jiuyang and managed a smile. "Young Mr. Cui, although this is our first meeting, you feel somewhat familiar to me. But I'm more familiar with another Mr. Cui. With his methods, if he wanted someone to become Dragon King, the other two would certainly die by his sword."
Cui Jiuyang thought for a moment, then interrupted Ao Han, scratching his head. "I don't think you know him well enough. He might kill all three of you and make Ao Dongping Dragon King instead. His surname is Ao too, after all."
Ao Han could not help laughing. He could only marvel that both sorcerers of the Cui Family, past and present, were remarkable characters. Shaking his head, he continued:
"Since you've come to ask me, young Mr. Cui, and you came as a favor to Lord Ao, that means I certainly am not your choice for Dragon King. Otherwise, why would you need to ask?
"So your words were merely a test.
"If I readily agreed and said I wanted to be Dragon King, I'm afraid what awaited me would no longer be the pleasant conversation we had before."
Ao Han raised a hand and touched his own chest, dispelling the Illusion Technique to reveal a hideous wound that pierced straight through it.
The edges had already blackened and rotted, the flesh curling back and giving off a foul, bloody stench.
"I don't know what else Ao Ming obtained from the Sea Eye Spell Canon, but the