Ao Feng couldn't wait to bring Shang'er to the White Dragon King and let him know that his daughter was still alive, that the pure bloodline of the White Dragon was not broken, that the little White Dragon had returned. However, he calmed down after his excitement.
"I can't bring you to see the White Dragon King!" Ao Feng said in a low voice.
Shang'er was stunned, "Why?"
Ao Feng looked at her and said in a low voice, "The White Dragon King was ambushed by the Black Dragons last time and is still injured, but those Black Dragons think that I was injured. No one else in the Dragon Clan knows that the White Dragon King is injured. If the Black Dragons knew, they would definitely rebel at this time."
"Why would the Black Dragons rebel?" Ming Xi asked doubtfully, "Hasn't the Black Dragon King already turned into a dragon soul?"
"It's because the Black Dragon King turned into a dragon soul that the Black Dragons put all their hatred on the White Dragon King. They think that the White Dragon King imprisoned the Black Dragon King, so the Black Dragon King turned into a dragon soul ahead of time." Ao Feng said.
Actually, the grievances between the White Dragon King and the Black Dragon King could not be explained in a few words.
Shang'er thought of the Black Dragon King who had protected her for more than ten thousand years, and felt sad, "Then what do we do now?"
Ao Feng thought for a moment and looked at his son, "Let Ao Xuan bring you to the Dragon Palace."
"Me?" Ao Xuan was stunned, "Father, I can't enter the Dragon Palace."
"You represent me to see the White Dragon King, the White Dragon King will meet you." Ao Feng said in a low voice, he looked at Shang'er, "Before you see the White Dragon King, you can't let anyone know that you are the little White Dragon."
If the Black Dragon King knew, he would definitely capture Shang'er.
Shang'er knew the pros and cons, she nodded lightly, "Okay."
"Then …" Ao Xuan took a deep breath. He never thought that Shang'er would actually be the little White Dragon. No wonder she could freely enter and exit the barrier. If her cultivation and spiritual power were not sealed, she would be even stronger than him. "Then when do we leave?"
Ao Feng said, "To prevent any accidents from happening, you should leave now."
Shang'er and Ming Xi looked at each other, "Are you afraid that Wen Tian will tell the Black Dragon?"
"Wen Tian knows that you are the little White Dragon?" Ao Feng asked.
"He knows," Shang'er said, "Wen Tian was able to break the seal because of my blood."
"No wonder!" Ao Feng snorted. "Otherwise, he would not be able to leave the White Dragon King's seal so easily."
Ming Xi then said, "Then let's go to the Dragon Palace."
Only now did Ao Feng notice Ming Xi. He sized up this youth with some confusion. "You … don't seem to be a mortal."
"My father is Young Emperor Mo Rongzhan." Ming Xi had said that his Dragonslayer Clan bloodline was concealed very well. As long as he didn't use the Dragonslayer Mantra and Dragonslayer Saber, no one would be able to identify him.
Because he has the blood of the divine race to cover it up.
Ao Feng was suddenly enlightened. "So that's how it is. Your father he …"
"He has been reborn and has returned to the Nine Heavens," Ming Xi said. The Grand Emperor hurried back to the Nine Heavens, most likely because his father had conquered them.
Perhaps his father had replaced the Grand Emperor as the god of the nine heavens.
Ao Feng said, "The Grand Emperor can't compare to his son."
Ming Xi smiled faintly. Clearly, everyone knew this fact. Only the Grand Emperor was unwilling.
"Alright, set off immediately. Use the dragon carriage of the East Sea. Don't disturb us on the way," Ao Feng instructed his son.
"Yes, Father." Ao Xuan looked at Shang 'er. "I will definitely send them to the dragon palace."
Ao Feng said in a low voice, "No matter what, protect the princess."
Shang 'er was the daughter of the White Dragon King, which made her the princess of the dragon race.
The only princess.
"Yes." Ao Xuan's expression froze. He thought that it was fortunate that he didn't do anything to the princess at the start. Otherwise, he would regret it.
…
…
The carriage of the dragon race was different from that of the mortal world. The body of the carriage was many times wider, and the ones pulling the carriage weren't ordinary horses. Instead, they were dragon-horses. Other than being taller than ordinary horses, they also had a pair of huge wings on their backs.
Their speed was naturally dozens of times faster than ordinary carriages.
Ao Xuan looked at Shang 'er, who was sitting opposite him. After a while, he said, "Why didn't you tell me the truth from the start?"
"If I told you, would you have believed me?" Shang 'er asked faintly. If Ao Feng hadn't seen through her identity, she would have continued to hide it. As for Ao Xuan, there was no need to say anything. He was still in shock.
Ao Xuan touched his nose. If Shang 'er had said that she was a little white dragon from the start, he definitely wouldn't have believed her. He would have thought that she was sick and chased her out of the East Sea.
"How long will it take for us to reach the dragon palace?" Ming Xi asked.
"This is already the fastest speed. At least three days," Ao Xuan said. His face was full of curiosity. "Is the Ninth Heaven the same as here?"
"It's different," Ming Xi said faintly. "Have you never lived in the Ninth Heaven before?"
Ao Xuan said, "I was born at the eighth heaven and have never seen the Ninth Heaven. However, I heard Father mention that it's not as good as the eighth heaven."
"You haven't been there. How do you know it's not as good as the eighth heaven?" Ming Xi asked.
"If it's better than the eighth heaven, why did the White Dragon King bring the dragon race here?" Ao Xuan asked.
Shang 'er said, "You should ask the White Dragon King."
Ao Xuan chuckled. "Tell me about the Ninth Heaven. I have nothing to do anyway."
"There are four continents in the Ninth Heaven." Ming Xi said, "God Continent, Xuantian Continent, Human Continent, Desolate Hell. Before you left, the celestial race had a great war with the demon race …"
"Demon beast?" Ao Xuan was stunned. "What's a demon beast?"
Ming Xi was surprised. "Don't you have demon beasts here?"
"I've never heard of it," Ao Xuan said. "When mortals cultivate, they will form a contract with some spirit beasts to cultivate together."
"Our demon beasts might be your spirit beasts," Ming Xi said.
Ao Xuan sighed. "From what you said, the life in the Ninth Heaven is actually very colorful."
What exactly was colorful about it?
Ming Xi smiled faintly. "In the future, you can go to the Ninth Heaven to experience it."
"Really?" Ao Xuan's eyes lit up. "You will bring me to the Ninth Heaven?"
He was actually looking forward to it? Ming Xi said helplessly, "As long as you want to go, you are welcome at any time."
Ao Xuan sat beside Ming Xi and put his arms around his shoulders like brothers. "Your father is the Young Emperor of the Ninth Heaven. Then your status must be very high. When you go to the Ninth Heaven, bring me along to have some fun."
"Sure." Ming Xi nodded. "Do your best to be a good host."
"No problem. I'm friends with you," Ao Xuan said.
Shang 'er glanced at him. "Aren't you afraid of being captured by the celestial race?"
"What's there to be afraid of? Ming Xi is from the celestial race. Can he let the celestial race capture me?" Ao Xuan said. "Right?"
"Makes sense." Ming Xi nodded. If Ao Xuan knew that he had the bloodline of the Dragon Slayer race, would he still say that?
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