The situation below was indeed making the Cyan Dragon lose a bit of face. He had assumed that once he manifested as a Divine Dragon, mortals would fall over themselves to kowtow and worship him, so overwhelmed with excitement they'd be beside themselves.
But... but reality was always cruel. A dragon's plans were no match for heaven's.
The current scenario was completely different from what Zhang Qinglong had imagined—the difference was like night and day.
Down below, the people were certainly excited, but there was absolutely no sign of worship. One young man, overcome with emotion, was just about to let his knees go weak when an elder beside him landed a resounding slap and shouted, "You little brat, what do you think you're doing?"
"Worshipping the Divine Dragon!"
"Worship my ass!" The elder landed another slap, cursing, "We believe in Lord Snake King! Why would we kneel to some dragon? What if Lord Snake King gets upset because you knelt to a dragon?"
