"Mo Mo."
The power of thunder and lightning on the Dragon King's body disappeared, revealing an unscathed form. It raised its claw, signaling for silence.
The Little Mo Dragons immediately quieted down.
Qiao Sang quickly got up, standing in front of the Little Ting Dragon, and said, "Sorry, it probably got a bit too excited after hearing your words."
The Dragon King glanced at Qiao Sang, then at the Little Ting Dragon, but it didn't get angry.
To it, the Little Ting Dragon was too small, no different from the Little Mo Dragons that had just hatched in its clan. The lightning striking it felt like nothing more than a tickle.
In other words, it didn't take the Little Ting Dragon seriously.
"Mo Mo?"
The Dragon King looked at Qiao Sang and called out, indicating how are you considering it?
"Xun Xun~"
Little Treasure Hunter quickly helped to translate.
If this was a few months ago, Qiao Sang would certainly have been overjoyed and gladly accepted.
