In the depths of the Imperial Palace, four young men with dragon horns on their heads were gorging themselves.
"HIC!"
One of the horned young men spoke, his words slurred with drink.
"Ao Guang, I heard from the East Sea that you're set to inherit the Dragon King's throne in three hundred years?"
"That's right." Ao Guang patted his full stomach and smiled. "By the way, Ao Run, what about you in the West Sea?"
The drunken Ao Run waved his hand dismissively.
"That's still a long way off. My old man says I'm not steady enough, that it'll take a few thousand more years…"
As he spoke, he sat up straight. Though his eyes were still hazy, his expression grew solemn. He asked in a low voice,
"So, what do the three of you really think of the First Emperor's proposal?"
