Dragon Island had lorded over the world for many years and had never regarded ordinary people highly. If Ye Xiwen had come from the Martial Sect, perhaps they might have looked at him in a different light. But Ye Xiwen came from an ordinary background; in Dragon Island's eyes, Hidden Valley was nothing at all.
Even if the other party was a King, when facing people born on Dragon Island, they had to maintain a degree of respect. This was the arrogance they had cultivated over countless years.
Ye Xiwen saw all of this and found it laughable. Perhaps the dragon race had been glorious for too long and still believed in the power of bloodlines.
He had already vaguely sensed that bloodlines might play a great role in the early stages, but once one reached a certain level, those so-called bloodlines would become an obstacle instead. Other than Emperor Clan Ji, there had been no other imperial clan; perhaps this was related.
Though he did not know how the Ji Family had accomplished it, they clearly had their reasons.
"Tell me, how do you intend to settle this matter?" Ye Xiwen said unhurriedly. "Don't tell me you came here merely to pay a visit?"
Black Dragon Elder's expression stiffened. "We came in hopes of taking back that junior from our clan!"
"You may take him away, but if you want to do so so easily, I'm afraid it won't be that simple," Ye Xiwen said blandly.
Black Dragon Elder's expression changed slightly, but he quickly calmed down. After all, what Dragon Island had done was more than merely being in the wrong.
Sending a god to monitor the Ye Family—anyone could figure out why with their toes. If someone dared do that to Dragon Island, they would face Dragon