"Huh!" Xia Che stood there frozen in shock. "w—what.... that's not true at all." But the guards did not seem to agree with him. They grabbed his arms tightly and tied a spiritual power restraining rope to his neck.
"What are you doing!! I am not an imposter!! You listen to me," he screeched, but the guards started to drag him to the door.
"I am not an imposter!!!" he struggled against the guard's hold.
"Wait," long's uncle walked closer with a wretched smile. "He is also a thief. Leave behind what you stole." He gestured to the arm glove.
"Like hell.." Xia Che held out his hands. The glove, which was asleep till now, woke up enthusiastically and shot a huge of stored up energy at him.
The old dragon stumbled back, dodging the blow.
Xia Che took this chance to rush to his mum. "Mum!! Mum!! Get up, mum. We have to go!!" he shook her, but she remained sleeping quietly.