Ao Xiaowu listened to her father's panicked cries for help before looking down at the stupid little brother she was still dragging behind her. She felt a little disgruntled.
"Father, you're a Return to Void Final Stage dragon, and you're telling me a Soul Formation Stage cultivator is hunting you down?" Ao Xiaowu continued on toward the Dragon Court after a moment of thought.
"You know exactly how powerful An Lin is!" Ao Meng spoke in a panicked voice.
"But you're a Return to Void Final Stage mighty figure! You should be able to run away at least, right?" Ao Xiaowu spoke in a slow voice as she continued towing Ao Mingyu toward the Dragon Court.
"Xiaowu! Your father is being bullied! Can you just take this sitting down? You have to retaliate for me!" Ao Meng roared with rage.
"Oh."
I really can take this sitting down, actually.
She didn't want to deal with crap like this. All she wanted to do was to go back and cultivate.
