Deep in the East China Sea, under the blue waves, the Crystal Palace towers towering, with colorful brilliance flowing on the glazed tiles. A man with a stern face stood among the corals, his silver-white dragon robe swaying gently in the blue waves. The dragon robe was woven from thousand-year-old ice silk, with nine lifelike silver dragons embroidered on the body. The dragon's eyes were embellished with pearls from the deep sea, shimmering in the dark seabed. He wore a white jade crown on his head, inlaid with a fist-sized luminous pearl, which emitted a soft halo, reflecting his angular profile. He is Ao Guang, the peerless prince of the East China Sea. As cold as an ice sculpture that is too beautiful to be desecrated. A soft cry came from the coral bush, followed by a panicked sound of water. Ao Guang frowned slightly, raised his hand, and the coral bushes automatically parted, revealing a figure curled up in it...
