“唉，又来了。”黄龙 strokes the head of a three-colored and six-clawed turtle who is playing with the mud in the pond, a slightly impatient tone. The little guy is always playing in the water and mud, making a mess everywhere, which makes his father very angry.

“Brother Huang, what’s wrong?” The Three Pure Ones are sitting on the stage, watching them play. Li Qingzhao is playing with a surname, Goa is playing with music, and Zengtian is playing with the world.

“Elder Li, Elder Qian, Elder Zeng, this little guy is always playing in the water and mud, making a mess everywhere.” Huanglong said helplessly.

“It’s okay, Huang Long, this little guy is still young,” Li Qingzhao said smilingly.

“It’s okay, Huang Long, let this boy play, this boy is very smart,” Taoist Zeng said.

Huang Long sighed helplessly, and then walked to the back mountain. He likes to practice in seclusion here, especially at this time. The world is chaotic, and his parents and brothers are fighting for power. He is worried about him.