The city beneath everyone's feet was called Rasetsu City.
Originally, it was an island.
After years of development, more and more creatures settled here.
The ships they brought were left behind.
They eventually became the island's thick outer shell.
The Dragon Clan established their palace in the center of the island, taking turns every thousand years.
Ao Ting Xin arranged rooms for everyone and assigned dedicated personnel to receive the Lingyin Temple group.
After finishing all this.
She received Ao Qing and the woman who came with him in her own palace.
Ao Ting Xin's kind gaze swept over the women.
When she saw Jinse.
She nodded slightly, obviously recognizing this former Immortal Princess who was demoted to the mortal realm.
As for the other few women, besides Hua Yun and Xia Gu, she only glanced at them briefly.
Tree Spirit, Flower Spirit, and Little Snake Spirit.
Ao Ting Xin didn't look down upon Xiao Bai and Xiao Qing.
But these kinds of spirit creatures were too common in the Dragon Clan's hobbies.
Why did Ao Ting Xin value Ao Qing so much, even though he wasn't from the East Sea Dragon Clan's direct lineage?
Because in the Dragon Clan today, Ao Qing was one of the few decent people.
He didn't become proud because of his Dragon Clan bloodline, he diligently practiced for three thousand years, and relied on his own strength to reach the True Immortal Realm.
Looking at the entire Dragon Clan, there hadn't been a dragon like this for thousands of years.
Ao Ting Xin's own younger brother, the eighth prince of the East Sea Dragon Clan, Ao Chun.
He was still at home whining about going out to play.
Ao Ting Xin felt like she was going to die after hearing that.
Now she saw her talented distant cousin.
Ao Ting Xin was so happy.
Ao Qing sat beside Ao Ting Xin, his head being rubbed by the kind fourth princess.
“I heard you're now the Dragon King of West Lake. Sister was thinking about what kind of gift to prepare for you.”
“Now that you're here, just take whatever you want, sister will pay for it.”
Ao Qing was being rubbed by Ao Ting Xin crazily. He lay in Ao Ting Xin's arms, his eyes blank as he counted his elder sister's light golden hair.
“What gift? My wife has money.”
Hua Yun, upon hearing this, straightened her small chest, indicating that she was the rich wife.
Ao Ting Xin grabbed Ao Qing's ear and twisted it.
“You're a man, why are you asking for money from your wife?”
“Is West Lake too small? I'll talk to Father and let you be the Lord of this Sea Market.”
Ao Qing hurriedly refused. He became the Dragon King of West Lake to escape the hustle and bustle, how could he take over this Sea Market.
Ao Qing didn't have that much need for wealth. He wouldn't be able to handle such a big responsibility.
He just wanted to stay in West Lake, living a leisurely life with his wives.
After all, the most troublesome things in this world had passed.
The Great Luo were hidden, the Golden Immortals were no longer seen.
This was a rare time of peace.
Only a fool would take on more responsibility.
After chatting with Ao Ting Xin for a while, Ao Qing said goodbye to her, preparing to take the others out to explore.
Ao Ting Xin petted her cousin for a long time, easing the longing she felt in recent times. Content, she returned to handle official business.
Walking on the uneven streets of Rasetsu City, it felt like stepping on water.
Ao Qing started to shop with his wives.
To be honest, Ao Qing initially thought it wouldn't be too difficult.
After all, the Sea Market sold countless strange and wonderful things.
But there weren't many rouge and powder or pretty clothes that women liked.
Seriously, which woman would like a bunch of mutated beasts imbued with magic?
It didn't make sense.
Ao Qing thought that the women would only walk around and look, not staying long.
But he was wrong.
He underestimated how long the women stayed at home.
Xiao Qing and Xiao Bai were cultivating, Jiang Xue and Xiang Yu had never left the Lower Clear Palace.
Hua Yun was more experienced, she had a mountain for hunting, but that was it.
And now, a place that was constantly changing, a completely new experience, appeared before them.
When he saw the women surrounding the twentieth stall.
Ao Qing instantly realized that he might not be able to sleep tonight.
Just then, Ao Qing saw that blue figure again.
In the countless warm lights.
The woman in the blue dress and black hair walked and stopped, full of curiosity for the surroundings.
Ao Qing looked at her, inexplicably feeling very familiar with this woman.
He didn't mean familiar in the sense of lust, but a feeling that came from his heart.
This familiarity confused Ao Qing.
Soon, he realized.
This should be a memory from his past life.
The woman in front of him, perhaps, was a character from a story Ao Qing had read.
Ao Qing frowned, starting to think about which character's attire would be this bluish grey color.
Woof! Woof!
Two barks caught Ao Qing's attention.
He looked down, and saw a black slender hound lying at the woman's feet.
Not an insulting description.
But this kind of dog was called a slender hound, an ancient breed inherited from China, often used to help masters hunt.
The moment he saw this dog.
All the images of blue-clothed women in Ao Qing's mind instantly disappeared, leaving only a beautiful figure with a worried expression.
The Third Saint Mother!