Ao bing grabs a little seashell in his hands. It is a colourful one. Just like his mother used to wear when she was alive. He swims back to his dragon palace, to his father, Ao Guang. He knows his father is usually busy with his royal matters, controlling over a thousand of dragons. When he knocks on his father's chamber, the door slightly open. He sees his father ordering a command to his fellow dragons, his expression hard and stern. But when his father senses his presence and turns to look at the door and sees him.

"Greetings, Father. Are you busy now?"

He asks politely with a soft smile, hiding the little seashell behind his back.