The entire great hall shook.
That overwhelming pressure poured from Luo Sanpao without restraint, as though something were bearing down from the deepest reaches of their bloodlines, heavy and suffocating.
The young disciples in the hall turned pale, their knees weakening. A few could not help retreating two steps.
The elders' expressions shifted repeatedly. Their hands pressed against their armrests, knuckles white.
It was the oppression of a superior being, the draconic might from deep within the radiant sacred dragon's bloodline, making them feel an instinctive urge to kneel.
Yu Xiaogang stood at the very center of that draconic might.
"Second Uncle, this is my martial soul, the radiant sacred dragon. And it isn't that I can't break through level thirty."
Yu Yuanzhen looked at the radiant sacred dragon, then at the black spirit ring beneath Yu Xiaogang's feet. He froze for a moment before suddenly bursting into laughter.
"Excellent! That's my son! I've decided. From this moment on, Xiaogang will return to the family. This matter is not open to further discussion!"
A chorus of agreement rose through the hall.
The elders nodded one after another, and a few of the older ones even wiped the corners of their eyes.
Yu Luomian's face was livid, his lips pressed into a thin line.
He stared at the black spirit ring beneath Yu Xiaogang's feet, then at the radiant sacred dragon, for several long moments before looking away.
His gaze landed on Ye Lin.
"There is still one more matter." Yu Luomian spoke again, his voice even colder than before.
"What do you have to say about this outsider entering the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect?"
Whispers immediately filled the hall. Everyone's gaze shifted from Yu Xiaogang to Ye Lin.
Ye Lin stood half a step behind Yu Xiaogang, his expression