Before he finished speaking, a thunderous roar resonated strongly.
The man with small green bean eyes blinked once: "Master, the opponent is just twenty thousand miles away; we can still make it if we hurry."
A man covered in dragon scales said lazily: "What's the hurry for?"
The green bean-eyed man was a bit anxious: "Master, you are a member of the North Sea Dragon Race, you should have the ambition to unify the North Sea. You can't be self-destructive…"
The man covered in dragon scales rolled his eyes; he didn't really like listening to Gui San's nagging. But this loyal person was powerful, so it was hard to say much.
Gui San earnestly persuaded: "Master, the king and all the crown princes have passed away; you, Ao Yi, are the sole heir of the North Sea. You were born to bear this heavy responsibility."
