Long Zheng was furious at Long Chang's shamelessness.
They had not even confirmed Huang Long's identity, yet he had immediately gone over to try and earn some benefits.
When Huang Long saw this, he was happy.
Since he was going to be the ancestor of the dragons, he might as well play the part.
This dragon youngling was quite weak, like paper, but at least he was smart, so he was deserving of some assistance.
"Not bad, not bad. You're not bad."
"Ancestor, I'm too weak. My physical body is too weak. I've brought shame to the dragons."
Long Chang put on a pitiful expression, and even deliberately drew attention to his wounds.
"You're indeed a little weak. Your Dao path is a little too short."
As Huang Long spoke, an item that seemed to be imbued with the laws appeared within his claws, which then flew over to Long Chang's body.
The wounds healed instantly.