The Dragon King of the West Sea was momentarily choked, and after a while, he mumbled uncomfortably, "Of course, my own flesh and blood is more important."
"Since you think your own flesh and blood is more important, then there's no need to waste any more time," Yan Hua said, walking out of the Underworld without looking back. "We don't need to worry about Jing Xiu's situation. Sacrificing one Dragon King of the West Sea to bring her back, and it's not even certain if it will succeed. This deal is not worth it."
The Dragon King of the West Sea wanted to retort, but he didn't know how.
Yan Hua walked outside the Underworld and suddenly seemed to remember something. He turned his head and stopped. "Of course, what I just said is only my personal suggestion. In the end, Jing Xiu is not the ruler of my South Sea, so I don't care about her life or death. Jin Yan clearly doesn't care much either. So now, only you, the Dragon King of the West Sea, are making the decision. If you want to find her, you can go back immediately. If you really can't rest assured about your wife and son, then don't talk about this matter anymore."
The Dragon King of the West Sea's lips trembled twice. He wanted to speak but didn't. He was hesitating about something.
"Aren't you afraid that after returning to the West Sea, if any of your clansmen ask about Jing Xiu, you won't be able to answer?" Qi Yu asked the Dragon King of the West Sea in a teasing tone.
Although he had always treated the Dragon King of the West Sea as an elder before, ever since he ascended to the position of Dragon King of the North Sea, their statuses were now equal.
The Dragon King of the West Sea was no longer an elder, but an equal.
The Dragon King of the West Sea nodded slightly. "I am indeed worried about this matter. Many people in the West Sea know about my niece's situation, and everyone has high hopes for her talent. Once this news gets out, I don't know how I will explain it."
Si Qing watched the Dragon King of the West Sea and then thought of Chu Xian's timid and fearful demeanor, suddenly feeling that this father and son pair were inherited.
"You are the Dragon King of the West Sea, what are you afraid of? Just tell them that Jing Xiu died in battle, that she was possessed and died. Who dares to object?" Qi Yu said with a cold face. "If anyone in the West Sea still has an opinion, then let them go kill the Rakshasa Heavenly Venerable. If they can kill the Rakshasa Heavenly Venerable, they can say whatever they want."
"But if they don't have the guts to go to the battlefield, then tell them to shut up."
Qi Yu said this while lightly waving his hand, his imposing manner radiating without anger.
The Dragon King of the West Sea stared blankly.
For a moment, he couldn't quite understand why Shao Feng, An Nuo, Qi Yu, and Si Qing could all issue commands so calmly.
"Truly pathetic," Yan Hua said impatiently. "Dragon King of the West Sea, I'll give you another incense stick's time. Think carefully. If you want to go, we'll leave immediately. If you don't, we'll come back immediately. But let me say this in advance, we will only escort you to the entrance of the City of Wrongful Deaths and pick you up at the appointed time. If you really want to go in to find someone, you'll have to do it yourself."
Yan Hua would not allow anyone by his side to enter the City of Wrongful Deaths.
Regardless of their status, once they entered the City of Wrongful Deaths, they would be unable to use their magical powers, and their souls would be constantly bullied by the ghosts.
The Dragon King of the West Sea nodded dejectedly.
He sat on a rock outside the barrier of the Underworld, propping his chin with one hand, lost in thought.
Chen Xi, bored, squatted on a rock and picked at Yan Hua's dragon scales.
Yan Hua was also close to shedding his scales. The dragon scales on his arm had become whiter, and new scales were growing underneath.
As Chen Xi picked, one dragon scale after another fell off. He found it quite addictive.
Qi Yu and Si Qing, who were idle beside them, looked down and saw this. They also squatted on either side and began picking at Yan Hua's arm.
Yan Hua blocked this arm and changed his stance, wanting to distance himself from the three of them.
But the three of them immediately moved their rocks and followed, squatting and picking at the dragon scales.
As Qi Yu picked, he whispered to Chen Xi and Si Qing, "I've discovered that I have a great sense of accomplishment from picking at things like this, especially when I pull off a large piece each time."
Si Qing nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, that feeling is amazing, especially a sense of accomplishment. And the more you pick, the more you want to pick."
Chen Xi chuckled. "Exactly, I never expected you two to have the same feeling as me."
Qi Yu and Si Qing covered their mouths and chuckled.
Yan Hua narrowed his eyes, looking down at the three of them. As he watched, he asked leisurely, "Is it fun?"
Chen Xi looked up, retracted his claws, and looked obedient.
Qi Yu and Si Qing nodded.
The three of them looked at him expectantly.
Yan Hua rolled his eyes fiercely. Without saying a word, he put down his other hand, rolled up his sleeve, and said, "Come, come. Since you want to pick, let's do it together. And you over there, Dragon King of the West Sea, you only have half an incense stick's time left. Hurry up and think. Decide what you want to do so we can make a decision. I want to go back to the South Sea quickly and shed my dragon scales."
Shedding dragon scales was like humans needing to bathe. They had to shed their scales regularly, otherwise, they would itch terribly, and they would want to scratch off the old scales.
Qi Yu and Si Qing stared at Yan Hua, their eyes narrowed with a mischievous glint.
Chen Xi looked at Yan Hua and rubbed his hands.
"Shedding scales, that's great. Can you do it by yourself? Do you need my help? Hehehe."