Yinglong's name had been decided.
She would be called Yinglong.
A name bestowed by the Heavenly Dao.
"Little one, your name is Yinglong. From now on, you will be the progenitor of the Dragon Clan's Tenth Dragon Vein."
Zhu Rong lifted Little Yinglong, his withered old face smiling with great kindness.
Having guarded this lonely Dragon Tomb alone for so long, Zhu Rong's numb heart had long since ceased to feel any ripples.
He had grown accustomed to it.
But Yinglong's birth had breathed a trace of vitality into this old man from a bygone era.
With Zhu Rong, an elder clansman of close bloodline, by her side, Little Yinglong's heart settled down. She was no longer as flustered as she had been upon first being born into an unfamiliar place.
She clung to Zhu Rong without letting go, her pair of aqua-blue pupils curiously watching the smiling Cangyuan.
Cangyuan revealed a gentle smile and took out a large, sweet, juice-filled Innate Spiritual Fruit from the Evergreen Realm, offering it to Little Yinglong.
Little Yinglong looked at the Innate Spiritual Fruit before her and sniffed it with her tiny nose. Seemingly catching its sweet fragrance, her large aqua-blue eyes sparkled. She stretched out her little hand to take it, but then timidly glanced at Cangyuan and withdrew her hand. She looked at Zhu Rong as if seeking permission.
Zhu Rong affectionately rubbed Little Yinglong's head and smiled. "Take it. From now on, he will be your teacher. He is the person closest to you."
In the Prehistoric World, no relationship was closer than that of master and disciple.
It was steadfast and reliable.
Likewise, anyone who deceived their master and betrayed their ancestors, betrayed their sect, or any teacher who harmed a disciple without cause would be despised by the