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nTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

n“Mother, are you going to be here with me tonight?” Little Dragon lay on the big golden bed, holding the piece of Zi Shang Monkey Flower extract and not letting it go.

n“Yes, my darling. Be good and quickly go to bed!” Yun Jiuge helped her son put the Zi Shang Monkey Flower extract on the gold-inlaid red wood cabinet at the head of the bed, and then pulled up a soft cloud blanket to cover his little belly.

n“But I haven’t gone to see Father today.” Little Dragon yawned and rubbed his eyes with his chubby claws.

n“We’ll go see him again tomorrow. Go to sleep!” Yun Jiuge put her hand on her son and gently patted on his body.

nLittle Dragon slowly closed his eyes. His small belly rose and fell evenly as he gradually entered dreamland.

nWhen Yun Jiuge saw him breathing evenly, she gently called out twice, “Long’er, Long’er?”

nLittle Dragon slept very soundly and was snoring lightly.

n“Well, Long’er is asleep.” Yun Jiuge took Zi Shang out and stuffed him inside her son’s small blanket.

nZi Shang nimbly lay next to his son and placed his claws on his chest. Then he said to Yun Jiuge through Mental Transference, “I’m ready.”

n“Then let’s go to sleep together!” Yun Jiuge reset her head against her son’s pillow, and then forced herself to fall asleep quickly.

nYun Jiuge only successfully entered her son’s dreamland after a few minutes.

n“Why did you take so long?” Zi Shang walked out of the darkness. His beautiful face was full of displeasure.

n“I’m not a dragon. How could I fall asleep so quickly?” Yun Jiuge looked up and down at Zi Shang and said ruefully, “I’d almost forgotten what your human form looked like.”

n“It’s only been a year. You’ve a terrible memory. I haven’t forgotten what you looked like for 2,000 years,” replied Zi Shang, who was very unhappy. Were it not for the fact that his son had not seen his human form, he would not have waited for Yun Jiuge!

n“Why so serious? I’m just kidding. Come on, let’s go find Long’er.” Yun Jiuge stepped forward to hold Zi Shang’s hand and entered their son’s dreamland from the darkness.

nLittle Dragon’s dreamland had turned into the Golden Dragon Hall. A gold table inlaid with gemstones was filled with all kinds of delicious food.

nThere were Three Treasures with Dried Scallops, Big Prawns Sautéed with Egg White, Flaky Pastry Buddha Hands, Lotus Seed Porridge, Stir-fry Beef with Spicy and Numbing Sauce and so on. These were the menu for that evening.

nA boy, around 12 years of age, was seated at the table.

nHis features were defined, and he had a handsome face. He had a pair of strange-looking black colored horns with spiral patterns on his head. Both his eyes were as dark as a bottomless sea. The brocade garment he was wearing was embroidered with extremely complex dark lines.

nWithin the major clans of the advanced plane of existence, the dark lines on clothing all had a history. But Yun Jiuge had never seen those dark patterns before.

n“Little black horn, the Big Prawns Sautéed with Egg White is super yummy. Here, have a taste.” Little Dragon took a piece of big prawn and handed it to the Imperial Highness.

nThe Imperial Highness did not eat, but alertly looked in Yun Jiuge’s direction and asked loudly, “Who’s there?”

nLittle Dragon followed his gaze and looked over as well. He shouted in surprise, “Oh, Father, Mother, why are you here?”

n“Aren’t you always talking about wanting to go see your father? So, I brought him here.” Yun Jiuge patted Zi Shang’s hand and said to her son, “This must be the first time you’re seeing your father in his human form!”

n“No, I’d seen Father’s human form while I was still in your tummy.” Little Dragon happily ran to his father’s side and directly reached out for a hug. He said, “Father, you’ve finally woken up. This is fantastic.”

n“My darling, I’ve really missed you so much.” Zi Shang embraced his son in his arms and kissed his little face.

nLittle Dragon hugged his father’s neck and giggled.

n“Long’er, why don’t you introduce your new friend to us?” Yun Jiuge gave the smile of a warm and caring mother as she looked at the mysterious boy sitting at the table.

n“Ah, I almost forgot.” Little Dragon struggled out of his father’s arms and landed on the ground. Then he took both their hands and walked toward the table to say, “This is my good friend, little black horn.”

n“Uncle, Auntie, how do you do? I’m the Ancient Black Demonic Clan’s Imperial Highness, Osamu Agut. Nice to finally meet you.” The Imperial Highness stood up and greeted them politely.

n“You’re the Imperial Highness of the Ancient Black Demonic Clan?” Yun Jiuge thought she was hearing things.

n“That’s right.” Osamu nodded slightly.

n“Then do you know Ao Ge?” Yun Jiuge asked.

n“Ao Ge was our Ancient Black Demonic Clan’s Portal Key. I heard that he was killed by you some time ago.” Osamu looked calm. No special expression could be seen on his face.

n“So, are you here to avenge him?” Zi Shang moved his feet in silence and kept his wife and son behind him.

n“Uncle and Auntie, you don’t have to be nervous. Demonic clans pay particular attention to the survival of the strongest. Ao Ge’s skills were inferior, so it was his fate to be killed,” Osamu said with a reasonable look.

n“I see.” Yun Jiuge smiled but she was not very convinced.

n“What the hell are you talking about?” Little Dragon blinked and looked puzzled.

n“Nothing,” Osamu answered first.

n“Why don’t we sit down and chat while we eat?” said Zi Shang, who felt that the Imperial Highness of this Ancient Black Demonic Clan held no malice toward his son.

nIf he really wanted to harm Little Dragon, he would not have saved him before.

n“Little black horn, this one is also unbelievably delicious. Have a bite.” Little Dragon took a cup of walnut milk ice cream and gave it to Osamu.

n“Baby, you can’t eat dessert before having your dinner.” Yun Jiuge stopped her son’s small hands. She would not give in even if it were in a dream.

n“Alright, we’ll have dessert later. Eat this fried chicken steak. Folk delicacies are super delicious.” Little Dragon went to his little buddy to recommend a delicious dish.

n“It’s crispy and crunchy. Really delicious.” Osamu obliged and ate it all up.

n“Osamu, since you’re not here to avenge Ao Ge, then why did you come here?” Zi Shang half-jokingly asked. “Don’t tell me Ancient Black Demonic Clan still hasn’t given up and wants to take our Canglan Continent’s Source Power?”

n“Uncle and Auntie, you don’t have to worry. My father and mother wanted Canglan Continent’s Source Power purely to lift the curse in me. Since the little golden dragon is already my friend, I’ll dispel their idea.” Osamu sipped a mouthful of Spiritual Orange Juice and put the crystal cup back on the table.

nHe ate very gracefully and with decorum. He was many times better than Little Dragon who ate boorishly. It could be seen that he was a very well-taught child, which was really rare in the demonic clans.

n“Can you tell Auntie what kind of curse you have?” Yun Jiuge asked with concern.

nSimilarly, as a parent, she knew that the child’s words could not be discounted.

nOnly by finding a way to remove the curse on Osamu, would it be possible to dispel his parents’ idea.

n“I’m afflicted by a curse from the Ancient White Demonic Clan, which has always been at odds with us.

nAfter learning that I was born with a dark demonic body, the Ancient White Demonic Clan feared that our power would overtake them. So, they struck me with a curse to cause me to lose my legs and never get close to light.

nAlthough my father and mother destroyed the Ancient White Demonic Clan and killed their High Priest, they were unable to find a way to lift the curse,” Osamu steadily gave a brief account of the matter.

nHis expression was very calm, as if he was not the victim of such a tragedy.

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