Lu Yang was stunned by Old Dragon Lord's decisiveness.
No, I haven't even said anything yet. I just called your name, and you're already calling me Dad? Don't you have even the slightest doubt?
But he quickly came to his senses.
This Old Loach is quite good at reading the situation!
Meanwhile, Old Dragon Lord continued to look at Lu Yang with respect, fear, and worship, while inwardly making his own calculations.
Of course he had doubts.
But did that matter?
What mattered was not whether the person before him was Ancestral Dragon, or whether he was his father. What mattered was that the other party could completely control his life and death!
So long as that remained true, whether Lu Yang was Ancestral Dragon or not, he had to worship him as his own father. If he was, then all the better—the father and son would recognize each other, pleasing both sides. If he was not, that was fine too. I already called him Dad, which meant I had taken the bait. Surely he could not kill me now, could he?
With that thought, Old Dragon Lord's expression grew even more sincere.
"Dad, I—"
"Enough."
Before Old Dragon Lord could finish, Lu Yang cut him off. "Ao Guang, after all these years, not only have you become cowardly, you've also become increasingly hypocritical."
Old Dragon Lord looked utterly bewildered.
Lu Yang studied him, sneering inwardly. This Old Loach is actually extremely cunning. A mere name obviously isn't enough to frighten him.
Indeed, Old Dragon Lord had now recovered. Yes, his name ought to have been a secret known only to Nascent Soul Dao Lords—but so what? A Dao Lord could easily tell that secret to a Great True Lord under his command, then have that Great True Lord set