Dragon Clan: Retired Dragon Clan Ancestor, but Was Begged for Help

My name is Lin Yang, the first dragon king recorded in the history of the dragon clan. Even the black king Nidhogg has to call me "teacher" when he sees me. I was tired of the eternal war, so I made up a fake identity and retired at Kassel College. Principal Angers is my old drinking buddy, and the school board of directors is the worst class I have ever led. I fished in the library every day until the bad guy named Lu Mingfei and the killer named Chu Zihang put a knife on my neck at the same time. "Classmate, borrow a fire." They pointed to my lighter, which was the cigarette I lit with the first-generation flame power. I sighed and decided to give this boring era a little ancestral help. For example, the rampage of the descendant of the White King was casually defined as "endocrine disorders in adolescence." Later, the gods revived and the doomsdayists shouted judgment. I put down the thermos cup and broadcast live to the whole world: "No matter what the noise, just sit down." "I'm just a retired old man, but today..." "I want to give my girls some pocket money." In the red envelope, there is a dragon king's authority for each person.