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Ao Zhan was indeed a dragon, and his healing abilities were nothing short of invincible.
Despite the astonishing amount of blood he had lost earlier, his recovery speed was equally remarkable.
In just a few hours, he felt no soreness in his waist or back, his complexion was rosy and radiant, and he felt as light as a swallow in the clouds, brimming with confidence.
He stepped down from the healing jade platform and called out loudly, “Bring me my crystal ball!”
Yao Qin, who had been dozing off nearby, jolted awake as if struck by electricity, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him.
It was then that Ao Zhan remembered that his crystal ball had cultivated into a spirit. A mix of joy and disappointment filled his heart. He was delighted that she had spent a thousand years in his palm and had finally hatched; his millennia of spiritual energy hadn’t been wasted. Yet he felt a pang of loss…
Yao Qin had been carefully observing his expression. Although his face remained expressionless, she could still detect a hint of turmoil in his eyes. She softly called out, “Ao Zhan.”
Ao Zhan shot her a glare like a thrown dagger and said in a deep voice, “Try calling me that again. I’ve raised you for a thousand years; how can you have no manners at all?” After saying this, he felt something was off but only huffed uncomfortably.
Yao Qin nodded. Although she had been unable to see or speak for the past thousand years, she could hear, and all her education had come from him.
At this moment, she humbly accepted the lesson and sincerely called out, “Father…”
Caught up in pondering whether his own expression of language was correct, Ao Zhan instantly exploded with anger: “What did you just call me? I have no beard and no wrinkles; how could I be your father? You’re already a thousand years old, while I’m only five thousand!”
What he said was not wrong at all. The East Sea Dragon King, who would be considered her father, was already tens of thousands of years old. Ao Zhan’s age was comparable to that of his son. Moreover, he possessed such an elegant and charming appearance. So Yao Qin nodded again and imitated the East Sea Dragon King’s tone to say, “Zhan’er…”
“… Xiao Zhan?”
“Then Xiao Zhan Zhan?”
Yao Qin cleared her throat and covered her lips as she said, “I also think Xiao Zhan Zhan doesn’t sound very nice.”
Ao Zhan's face darkened like the bottom of a pot as he gritted his teeth and scolded, "Who did you learn this from?"
Yao Qin remained silent, merely gazing at him. Ao Zhan took a deep breath, pondering whether this was self-inflicted punishment or simply shooting himself in the foot. Either way, the meanings were quite similar.
"What should I call you?" Yao Qin asked eagerly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Ao Zhan endured it for a moment longer before finally surrendering, as if giving up the struggle. "Just call me by my name."
With a triumphant smile dancing on her raised eyebrows, Yao Qin followed closely behind him like a little tail, chattering away incessantly.
"Ao Zhan, are you thirsty? Would you like some celestial tea?"
"Ao Zhan, are your hands itching? Do you want to play some celestial tunes?"
"Ao Zhan, are you tired? Do you want to go to the afterlife?"
"Ao—"
"Get lost!" The door slammed shut with a loud bang, just brushing against her nose. "I want to sleep!"
Yao Qin touched her nose and skipped away cheerfully.
Usually, when he went to sleep, she would also be heading off to bed. She casually found a room and flopped onto the unfamiliar bed.
However, the North Sea Dragon King lay in his familiar bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
He stared blankly at his left hand. Just yesterday, his crystal ball had been glued to him, following him wherever he went—by day in his palm and by night beside him. Indeed, it felt strange without it!
After a moment of contemplation, he sprang out of bed and rushed out.
After kicking down a few doors, he finally found the room he was looking for.
The Carp Maid stood by her bed with tear-filled eyes, gazing at the intruder, Yao Qin, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness. Upon seeing the Dragon King, she seemed to grasp a lifeline and began to cry out her grievances incessantly.
Ao Zhan gently shook the one who was soundly asleep, as if wandering in a dream, and whispered, "I can't sleep."
Yao Qin blinked her drowsy eyes at him, nodded slightly, and turned over to continue sleeping.
Ao Zhan patted her again. "I said I can't sleep."
Yao Qin irritably covered her head with the blanket. "Got it." She resumed her slumber.
After waiting for a moment, Ao Zhan suddenly shouted in frustration, "I have nothing in my hands to keep me awake!"
Startled by his outburst, Yao Qin shot up, staring at Ao Zhan's flushed face for quite some time.
Feeling embarrassed, Ao Zhan turned his head away. After a moment, he felt his left hand being pulled up, and then something heavy fell into his palm.
It was a jade spittoon, entirely emerald green!
Ao Zhan held the jade spittoon for a long time before silently walking away.
The Carp Maid, who had been anticipating a dramatic twist, let out a soft whimper and dashed outside, plunging into the deep well beneath the water with a splash.
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