"Don't panic."
"If I wanted to kill you, you'd have been dead long ago."
"Gu Xun'er and I have a fairly good relationship."
"There were quite a few misunderstandings in the past, but we cleared them all up two years ago."
"As for the Thunder Clan, I can barely be said to have some connection to them as well."
"Of course, that connection isn't particularly significant."
"If you've investigated me, you should know that I studied at Canaan Academy. The dean of Canaan Academy's Inner Academy is Mang Qianchi, a Half-Saint elder of your Thunder Clan. Although an elder of the Half-Saint level is clearly not worth the attention of a young clan leader like you, if you go back and ask around, or inquire among your Thunder Clan members, I'm sure quite a few people know of Mang Qianchi."
Lu Yuan's logical explanation made Gu Qingyang and Lei Dong, who had activated their Clan Tattoos, awkwardly lower their hands. Though they could not be sure whether Lu Yuan was telling the truth, he was unlikely to lie about matters that could easily be verified.
Besides, at least one thing he had said was correct.
If he had truly wanted to kill them, they would have died long ago.
They did not believe they possessed any secrets worth stealing, at least none worth making him take action. Therefore, he had no need to deceive them to achieve any goal. Even if he did, there were simpler methods, such as the Soul Clan's technique of interrogating souls.
Lu Yuan also needed to explain his identity.
Not because he needed to beg for peace through explanations.
But neither did he want people throwing mud at him for no reason.
Being mistaken for a Void Ancient Dragon was not exactly mud, and it