"Little Dragon, what's wrong?"
Sensing this, Nie Yun had no time to continue questioning him. With a thought, he sent his consciousness into the Star Palace.
"Traitor! Despicable traitor!"
With an enraged roar, the golden patterns across Little Dragon's body emerged. His berserk aura shook heaven and earth, cracking the bluestone ground with a dense web of fissures.
"Little Dragon, did you remember something?"
It was the first time Nie Yun had seen Little Dragon behave this way, and he hurriedly asked anxiously.
Whoosh!
Hearing the question, Little Dragon seemed to calm down. His golden scales slowly faded, and he returned to his thin, small form, curling up to one side.
"Dad, I'm fine!"
Little Dragon said nothing more, remaining quietly where he was. No one knew whether he had recalled something or what exactly was going on.
"It's good that you're fine. Don't bottle things up if something is bothering you—tell me. My strength may not be much right now, but I, Nie Yun, have never feared anything!"
Knowing that Little Dragon might have some misgivings and did not dare speak of them, Nie Yun spoke casually. Though there were no grand declarations in his words, they carried an unmatched force.
"Thank you, Dad. I hope I can handle this matter myself. If I can't, I'll ask you to act!"
Little Dragon's eyes reddened slightly as he murmured.
"Alright, then rest. When we reach the Black Dragon Saint Venerable Ruins, I'll tell you!"
Seeing that he did not wish to say more, Nie Yun did not press him. He comforted him briefly, then returned his consciousness to his body.
As Nie Yun spoke with Zhi Liu and Daoist Xiaoteng, a series of mental fluctuations passed among the people ahead.
"Young Master Xuanyuan, what exactly is that kid's background? With