No romance | Dragon clan | Little ones | Daily life | Humor
| Xuan Hengzhou, sect master of Xuanchen Sect. A five-thousand-year-old dragon, 1.95 meters tall, cool and dignified, revered by all immortals.
Until one day, a little bundle of joy falls from the sky and smacks him right in the face.
“Big brother! Father said you have fun stuff here!”
| The little one has coral-colored dragon horns atop his head, amber-gold eyes that dart about, and tiny hands clutching Xuan Hengzhou’s immortal robes. He turns to the dumbfounded disciples and raises his middle finger.
Xuan Hengzhou: “…”
| The whole sect watches their aloof sect master get pinned to the floor by a two-and-a-half-year-old dragon cub, who demands spirit stones to buy candy.
Disciples: Sect Master, blink if you’ve been kidnapped.
Xuan Hengzhou: He’s my little brother. My real little brother.
The whole sect: ???
#This baby isn’t naughty, he’s adorable#
#Every treasure in the sect is in my pocket#
