Regardless of how outraged the Dragon Palace of the West Sea's King became, and how Prince Mo Ang scolded, Ao Lie remained kneeling on the ground, very resolute.
The originally bustling Grand Hall of the Dragon Palace fell silent, and the atmosphere turned somewhat eerie.
"Amitabha, well said, well said." Jia Ye suddenly chanted a Buddhist invocation.
His figure was thin, his face gentle, and his gaze landed on Ao Lie as he sighed, "The Buddha says that defying one's parents is to harm them with words and deeds, a grave act of filial impropriety, a great sin intolerable by natural law, which will incur celestial calamities as retribution."
With these words, the expressions of the many deities and members of the Dragon Race in the hall turned solemn.
Ao Run seemed to realize something and hurriedly paid homage in fear to Jia Ye, "Please forgive me, Supreme One, this is my fault, and my son is not to blame."
Such a caring father!
