"You're one of the Dragon Race, so you can talk, right?"
After a brief divination, Li Boyang once more closed the Celestial Eye at his brow, then looked at the sea serpent and asked.
"I… I can… talk…"
No one knew whether it was his nature, or if he'd already been scared out of his wits.
The Shajaro Dragon King's voice was trembling, even his tone was timid and quavering.
"Your voice is actually pretty nice, it's just that this appearance is a bit uncomfortable to look at."
That was Xiluo's snark, and Miaoshan had the same thought as her.
Wearing the face of the Tao Ancestor, yet with such a foppish, frightened bearing and tone, really left one not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"So are you the Shajaro Dragon King right now?"
Ignoring Xiluo's complaint, Li Boyang continued to gently ask.
"Sha… jaro… Dragon King?"
Blinking in slight confusion, the Shajaro Dragon King said, somewhat unsure.
"I think I am, right?"
"Anapadado and the others all call me that."
