"Not really..."
Motan and Ji Xiaoge looked at each other in dismay.
"I've hidden this... this... my tiniest child in the Dragon King's Tomb, and in the last moments, dragging my nearly expired body back here, I took it into the deepest part of my tomb and encased it in ice, hoping that one day in the future, someone trustworthy could take over for this inadequate father and raise him."
Boss smiled weakly and his vertical pupils in the air grew stern again: "But as a father, I still cannot hand over my child to just anyone. He might not be a normal member of the Dragon Clan, and if anything goes wrong, making the child's remaining life painful and unbearable, I would rather it sleep here forever."
"He seems quite responsible…"
After hearing Motan's translation, Ji Xiaoge smacked her lips with a complex expression on her face.
