"How could this happen?"
Ao Beiyuan, the North Sea Dragon King, looked at the unconscious Ao Ying, his expression exceptionally grim.
The Dragon Race finds it difficult to produce offspring, often taking a millennium to give birth to a single True Dragon bloodline. Ao Beiyuan had worked hard and found many wives, yet unfortunately, he fathered only a few children.
Take Ao Qiong, for example, he was already considered quite decent—at least he inherited the power of his bloodline.
Among all his children, the only truly outstanding one was Ao Ying.
For his daughter, Ao Beiyuan took great care in her cultivation, providing abundant resources.
Even his eldest son, Ao Feng, did not receive such treatment.
Of course, it was also to prevent Ao Feng from growing too powerful. This year he was only forty thousand years old, as long as there were no accidents, living another thirty to fifty thousand years would still be easy.
