A seven-colored dragon silhouette soared into the sky, and Long Shuijing took human form.
She arrived at the birthday banquet, her gaze flashing like lightning as she looked at the Dragon King seated high upon the golden dragon throne, determination in her eyes.
The Dragon King looked at the daughter who had once been his greatest pride, but who had later become his enemy for various reasons. His gaze was complicated, but the majesty of the Dragon King soon returned to his face.
"What have you come back for?"
"It is your birthday, Father, so I came to offer my congratulations. I came in a hurry and prepared no grand gifts, only a few little trinkets. Please accept them."
As she spoke, she swept her sleeve.
A burst of light flickered.
Severed heads abruptly appeared on the ground.
The perfectly fine birthday banquet was suddenly filled with the stench of blood!
An uproar broke out.
Motian Heng, however, seemed to recognize these people. He sprang to his feet, his expression dark as water as he stared at Long Shuijing.
"On my way here, I saw people hunting members of the Dragon Clan, so I cut off their heads as a birthday gift for you, Father. Are you satisfied with this gift?" Long Shuijing said calmly.
The Dragon King did not answer.
The expressions of the other dragons changed.
"What? Someone actually dared to hunt our Dragon Clan? Do they have a death wish? Who was it?! I'll slaughter them!"
"Well killed, Dragon Maiden!"
"This is a fine birthday gift."
The dragons were filled with righteous indignation and praised Long Shuijing's actions.
Long Shuijing looked at the Dragon King and said calmly, "Father, aren't you curious who these people were?"
"Who were they?"
"They belonged to the Dao King Clan, sitting