When the ancestral dragon roars, little ziyan tries to stop him. He's too kind to his own good, he says, and he's injured. He tells the clan elders to send reinforcements so they can get the dragon's primal fruit. They'll get it sooner or later. He apologizes, but he can't stop hurting his ancestor. Whoosh, whoosh, and whoosh. He says that it's good that they were able to chase off the wind lightning and heavenly clan phoenix, because that means they'll be able to get the fruit sooner. He also says that he'll ask his elders to take care of the fruit once they get the relics from the dou saint. The hall is full of poisonous fog, and the smell is sweet. It's been awhile since he enjoyed this kind of dense fog. He goes in and finds a lot of medicinal stuff, but there's no way to get rid of it.