I'm the Beloved Little One, Not a Brat

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#