The black-robed man stared at Wenlong for a long time without looking away, until Wenlong could no longer bear it.
Only then did the black-robed man let out a quiet sigh. "Fortunately, your mental power is quite good."
"Senior, who are you..." Wenlong wanted to ask who he really was, if only to put his mind at ease. Otherwise, his heart would keep lurching up and down in anxious uncertainty.
The man interrupted Wenlong and withdrew that unsettling gaze before slowly explaining everything.
His name was Long Zhang. He was Long Ying's eighteenth uncle and the youngest brother of Long Ying's father.
Back then, he had followed his own grandfather into the Endless Abyss to battle the Devil Race's ancestor.
In the end, his grandfather and the Devil Race's ancestor had inflicted fatal wounds on each other, and both had died in the Endless Abyss.
His grandfather's Dragon-Taming Long Jian had vanished after that. Long Zhang himself had suffered severe injuries and spent countless years recovering in the Endless Abyss.
When he returned to the Dragon Race, he discovered that it no longer existed. Overwhelmed with grief, he sought out the Devil Race.
After battling the Devil Race's patriarch at the time for several days, he finally slew him, but was gravely wounded once again.
From then on, he had remained in this cave, relying on its spiritual energy to sustain his body. It had kept him from dying and allowed him to survive until now.
Hearing this, Wenlong could not help but sigh inwardly. No matter how powerful someone was, what meaning was there in living like this ancestor?
Although he did not know how long the ancestor had lived, all his loved ones had left him. What terrible torment that must have been.
Now, the ancestor could not