Under the pavilion, Ao Xiaoyu's face turned pale.
Grandpa Dragon King's divine splitting suddenly shattered, scaring her until her pupils trembled.
Especially when she saw Chen Yuan's golden eyes, sharp as needles, she couldn't help but take a few steps back.
The golden light in Chen Yuan's eyes faded, returning to normal, he brushed his sleeves, shaking off the water droplets splashed onto them,
"Miss, it's time to go back!"
"Send a message to your Dragon King."
"If he wants to die, don't drag others into it!"
His words were blunt, then he raised his eyelids, his tone teasing, "I still haven't enjoyed this wonderful time. Why should I stir up this muddy water? Tell your Dragon King not to take my path in the future."
"I won't be happy!"
Ao Xiaoyu listened to this Martial Saint's scolding, and her heart was filled with panic. With her Dragon King being reprimanded like this, she dared not respond or retort.
She could only nod like a pecking chicken,
