The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, Thunder Hall.
(Salamander)
The light inside the hall was somewhat dim. The massive stone pillars were carved with images of Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragons, their claws bared and their fangs flashing.
Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands hanging at his sides. Facing the middle-aged man before him, whose features bore some resemblance to his own, his throat felt dry. After a long, awkward pause, he finally forced two words out through clenched teeth.
"Se-second uncle..."
Yu Luomian looked down at Yu Xiaogang coldly. At his words, he gave a heavy snort through his nose and said with disgust:
"You worthless beast! Don't call me your second uncle!"
"I don't have a nephew like you, someone who's brought nothing but shame on the clan and has no sense of shame!"
Yu Xiaogang's face paled, and he hurriedly tried to explain. "Second Uncle, I... I truly didn't know Erlong was your daughter!"
"If I'd known, how could I possibly..."
"You didn't know?" Yu Luomian cut him off, the corner of his mouth curling into a chilly sneer. "Aren't you the self-proclaimed Grandmaster of Martial Soul Theory?"
"Erlong's Fire Dragon Martial Soul is a mutation of the Thunder Dragon. Its roots and aura are of the same lineage as our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"
"You couldn't tell?"
"Are you blind, or is your heart blind?"
"I think you did figure it out and deliberately kept quiet, pretending not to know so you could let things go too far, didn't you?!"
"Hmph. A good-for-nothing is still a good-for-nothing. No matter how well you learn theory, you can't change your cowardly, incompetent nature or your habit of deceiving yourself!"
"Second Uncle, I..." Stung by his words, Yu Xiaogang's face flushed red, then turned white. He tried to explain