Just as Ming Xi was thinking about how to find Ao Xuan, the little red dragon came to find them.
"Little red dragon, have you found out who we are?" Shang'er looked at Ao Xuan. The little red dragon said he was going to find out who they were. It had been a few days. She wanted to know how he was doing.
Ao Xuan glanced at them. Other than knowing that they came from the Ninth Heaven, he couldn't find out anything else.
After all, he didn't know anything about the Ninth Heaven.
Moreover, he had people follow them these few days. Other than eating and playing, they didn't do anything else.
"Why did you come here from the Ninth Heaven?" Ao Xuan asked.
It seemed like the little red dragon could only find out that they came from the Ninth Heaven. "I told you last time, we are here to find the White Dragon King."
"We don't have a gap that leads to the Ninth Heaven. How did you come here?" Ao Xuan asked. "I heard that there is a black dragon in the North Sea who passed the tribulation. Did you come here with that black dragon?"
The black dragon was the most rebellious race in the dragon race. Ming Xi didn't want to have anything to do with Wen Tian. "What Flying Serpent Black Dragon? We were brought here by a hurricane. There is indeed no passage. As for whether it is the Flying Serpent tribulation you mentioned, we are not too sure."
"You!" Ao Xuan pointed at Shang'er. "You are a dragon, right? Why are you in the Ninth Heaven?"
Shang'er's dragon aura was mostly hidden because of the seal. The little red dragon could only see that she was a dragon, but didn't know that she was a little white dragon.
"How would I know? That's why I came to ask." Shang'er waved her hand.
"Are you bringing us to see the White Dragon King or not?" Ming Xi asked.
Ao Xuan said, "I can't bring you to see the White Dragon King. However, you can stay at my place first. When I confirm that the White Dragon King is willing to see you, I will bring you to see him."
Ming Xi looked at Ao Xuan suspiciously. "I think it's not easy even for you to see the White Dragon King. How do I know that you aren't lying to us?"
"I am the crown prince of the East Sea. Why would I lie to you!" The little red dragon shouted angrily.
"Alright, I will believe you for now." Ming Xi said. "When can you bring us to see the White Dragon King?"
Ao Xuan snorted. "Next month is the White Dragon King's birthday. People from all over the world will go to congratulate him. I'll take you there then."
Ming Xi and Shang'er looked at each other. They had no other choice but to believe in the Little Red Dragon.
"Alright, we believe you." Ming Xi said.
Ao Xuan snorted arrogantly, "Come with me."
Ming Xi and Shang'er followed behind him and left. Although the Dragon Clan protected this continent, they never interfered in the affairs of mortals. The mortals here were the same as the mortal world, they had their own history of changing dynasties, and the Dragon Clan lived in a place outside the eighth layer of heaven.
"This is the territory of the Red Dragon Clan. You two better not wander around," Ao Xuan warned them.
This was the first time Shang'er had seen a place with so many True Dragons. When she was in the Nine Heavens, she was the only one who was from the Dragon Clan.
"We won't wander around randomly." Ming Xi said. He had the bloodline of the Dragon Slayer Clan, so he definitely had to be more careful in order to not be discovered.
With so many dragons, if they knew of his identity, they would definitely not let him off.
"You two stay here for now." Ao Xuan led them to a courtyard, "Don't go anywhere."
"Alright." Ming Xi nodded. Being able to enter the Dragon Clan's territory was already a small improvement.
Ao Xuan left after leading them here.
"Ming Xi!" Shang'er grabbed Ming Xi's hand and said softly, "I've never seen so many True Dragons before."
"We'll be able to see your father soon." Ming Xi said.
Shang'er's eyes flashed with worry, "What if it's as you guessed and something really happened to my father?"
Ming Xi patted Shang'er's shoulder, "He's the White Dragon King."
"Can we take a walk outside for a bit?" Shang'er asked.
"Alright."
The eighth layer of heaven was different from the Nine Heavens. Although this was where the Dragon Clan lived, it looked like an ordinary continent. There were streets, alleys, and shops. Moreover, they saw not only Red Dragons, but also Azure Dragons and Yellow Dragons. Some were walking in human form, and some were lying in midair with their true bodies.
To Ming Xi and Shang'er, who had never seen so many True Dragons, this scene was already strange enough.
Along the way, they did not see any Black Dragons or White Dragons.
It was a little strange.
Shang'er had the aura of the Dragon Clan on her. Although she was a White Dragon, her cultivation and spiritual power were sealed, so others only treated her as an ordinary little dragon with mediocre cultivation.
As for Ming Xi … wherever he passed, he attracted the attention of a few True Dragons.
However, after sizing him up a few times, they could not be sure, so they did not investigate further.
"Ming Xi." Shang'er said softly, "I can feel my father's aura, but … I can't feel my mother's at all."
"Maybe your spiritual power is not enough." Ming Xi comforted her, "Don't let your imagination run wild."
Shang'er felt that her mother's cultivation was not as strong as the White Dragon King's, so her aura was not as strong.
"Did you guys hear? A Soaring Serpent in the North Sea has successfully transcended the tribulation. "In a Dragon Clan restaurant, a few Azure Dragons and Yellow Dragons were whispering to each other.
Ming Xi and Shang'er looked at each other and could not help but sit at the table beside them.
"How many years has it been since a Soaring Serpent could transform into a True Dragon?" someone asked.
"At least tens of thousands of years." Another said, "Do you guys remember the old Black Dragon King?"
"Shh!" One of them had a serious expression, "A few years ago, the old Dragon King's dragon soul returned. Now, the Black Dragons are restless. Who knows what they will do."
"They are really not afraid of being imprisoned again."
"It was not easy for the Black Dragon King back then …"
Someone shouted, "He reaped what he sowed. If he did not kill the White Dragon King's child, he would not have ended up like that."
"That's right, the Black Dragons are not good people."
Shang'er said with a frown, "Did you guys see the Black Dragon King kill the little White Dragon with your own eyes?"
"Where did this brat come from? Why are you interrupting?" the oldest Yellow Dragon scolded.
"You guys are talking about others here. Can't you let others speak a few words?" Shang'er snorted, "You guys keep saying that the Black Dragon King killed the White Dragon King's child. Did any of you see it?"
She grew up under the protection of the old Black Dragon King. If the old Black Dragon King did not protect her, he would have followed the Dragon Clan here long ago. Perhaps he would not have been left with only a strand of dragon soul. She knew that there was a grudge between the White Dragons and the Black Dragons, but so what?
For ten thousand years, she only remembered the old Black Dragon King whom she depended on.
She would not allow anyone to say a bad word about him.
"Hey, you are not the Black Dragon. Why are you speaking up for the Black Dragons?" The old Yellow Dragon pointed at Shang'er, "Where did this little dragon come from? She is too bold."
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