"You are the West Sea Dragon Monarch, the master of this sea area, the strongest in the Dragon Palace. We cannot watch you take risks,"
"Nor can the Dragon Palace afford to lose Your Majesty!"
Though not often in contact over the past eight hundred years, Dragon Public had come to understand the character of the Dragon Monarch.
Cultivation! Cultivation! Always cultivation!
He occupied the most graceful and luxurious palace in the West Sea, yet he took no pleasure in it.
He was an ascetic seeker, a dragon in pursuit of the Tao.
The Ruins of Return Secret Realm, if he knew about it, he would most likely participate.
Liang Hui's gaze was deep, tinged with a subtle teasing.
Thousands of words, in the end, were merely the worry that the West Sea Dragon Palace would fall into turmoil again without its strongest leader.
As for him, the West Sea Dragon Palace was always just a powerful tool, to be discarded whenever it blocked the way.
