Inside the main hall, the Dragon Sovereign stood with his hands behind his back, looking utterly at ease. "Kid, don't blame the Phoenix Lord and me for being overbearing. You young people are hot-blooded and impulsive, prone to making mistakes. The Phoenix Lord and I are merely showing a little concern."
Your fists are bigger, so you can say whatever you want.
Lu Ye grumbled inwardly, but he did not dare reveal the slightest hint of it on his face. "This disciple understands. The two of you mean well; this disciple will bear it firmly in mind."
"Cough, cough..." The Dragon Sovereign suddenly coughed lightly, fist raised to his mouth.
Lu Ye frowned faintly. He sensed that the Dragon Sovereign's vitality and blood seemed somewhat unsteady—a clear sign of injury. Yet he had no idea how a powerhouse like him could have been wounded.
"Dragon Sovereign." Lu Ye cupped his fist. "This disciple came to Dragon City this time because I have something I wish to ask."
He had not expected to meet the Dragon Sovereign, but since he had, asking in person was naturally better.
"Speak." The Dragon Sovereign lowered his hand.
"May I ask whether there is a Dragon Race member in Dragon City named Yang Qing?"
He had harbored this thought ever since Su Yan mentioned coming to attend the Dragon City Grand Ceremony. Yang Qing had shown him kindness, and had shown kindness to the entire starry sky. Yet since their parting all those years ago, they had never met again.
At first, he had only thought Yang Qing was a powerhouse of the starry sky. Later, he learned that Yang Qing stood far above what he had imagined. Yang Qing had definitely come from the Inner Realm.
Since he was of the Dragon Race, he