"You old fool. You think you're worthy?"
Long Aoshan snorted, his words dripping with contempt.
Long Aomu and Long Aoli were also extremely displeased. As Divine Son Level beings, although they couldn't compare to a Young Venerable, they were still among the Dragon Race's most supreme existences.
No one had ever dared to so easily question their words, let alone berate them like this.
"Aoshan, don't let her provoke you. She's just seeking death. She doesn't want to attract more people to save her, so she's trying to anger us to find release!"
Long Aoli said after a moment of contemplation.
Her tone was freezing, and her eyes were exceptionally clear and bright, as if she could see right through Long Qingzhuo's thoughts.
"That's right, Aoshan. Don't get worked up. Why bother with a clownish old woman like her?"
Long Aomu had also realized this and immediately spoke up.
