Reborn as the Last van Ambrose

Ao Guang stepped fully into the chamber. But instead of acknowledging Mo Xuan, he turned his attention to his fellow Dragon Kings as if the ancient sorcerer was nothing more than an annoying insect.

"Brother," he said to Ao Shun. "Give the boy a push. He’ll thank me later."

Ao Shun looked confused. "Brother, what do you mean?"

"The human," Ao Guang clarified. "He’s teetering on the edge between life and death. His soul is trying to make a choice, but he needs encouragement to take the final step."

Mo Xuan’s eyes narrowed as he watched the exchange. "You think you can simply ignore me? I am Mo Xuan, the—"

Ao Guang continued speaking to Ao Shun as if Mo Xuan hadn’t said a word. "A gentle push to where he needs to be."

"Excuse me," Mo Xuan said, his voice rising with indignation. "I am speaking to you."

"My son, it seems like you’ve found yourself." Ao Guang said.

Mo Xuan’s pale face was beginning to flush with anger. "You arrogant fool! Do you not understand what I am? What I represent?"

Ao Guang glanced at him for the first time, his expression one of mild annoyance. "Oh, you’re still here? I was hoping you would have the sense to leave quietly."

The casual dismissal annyoned Mo Xuan. For two thousand years, he had been the puppet master, the hidden power behind conflicts. No one had ever treated him as irrelevant.