"Young Master Mu Yang."
"Young Master Mu Yang."
"Young Master Mu Yang."
At Qian Du's insistence, the Ghost Dance Iron Guards shouted "Young Master Mu Yang" more than a dozen times, one call after another.
Qian Du smiled sweetly as she looked at the Ghost Dance Iron Guards before her. In a relaxed, cheerful voice, she said, "See? Isn't it much more natural and fluent now? You don't feel so afraid anymore, do you?"
The Ghost Dance Iron Guards looked at one another. When they raised their heads and looked at Li Mu Yang again, they realized that they truly were not as afraid as before.
He was that black dragon, but he was also the "Young Master Mu Yang" Princess Qian Du had spoken of.
They had shouted his name more than a dozen times, yet he had not done anything to them. It was not nearly as dangerous as they had imagined.
"We pay our respects to the Princess." The Ghost Dance Iron Guards bowed to Qian Du together.
"We pay our respects to Young Master Mu Yang." Once again, they bowed to Li Mu Yang in unison.
Qian Du turned to look at Li Mu Yang. The sorrow on his face had vanished without a trace. Looking at the Ghost Dance Iron Guards, he said gratefully, "Thank you."
What Li Mu Yang needed most urgently now was acknowledgment—acceptance.
Deep down, he regarded himself as a member of the human race.
Yet there truly was also a giant dragon inside his body.
When everyone looked at him with hatred, fear, and murderous intent, his heart was filled with profound melancholy and sorrow.
The human race's attitude toward him was desperately pushing both his body and soul toward the dragon race.
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