Wenlong examined the young man before him with his divine sense and nodded slightly. His talent and aptitude were decent, but he fell far short of Yang Bingxue and Lin Dong.
Since the ancestor had asked him to take this disciple, he dared not refuse him that courtesy. He could only accept Long Yin as his third disciple.
"Hehe, little junior brother, let me hear you call me senior sister." Seeing her father accept Long Yin as a disciple, Wen Haohao immediately sprang forward.
Wenlong smiled as well. "Haohao, introduce your little junior brother to everyone so you can all get acquainted."
Then he turned and led the Black-and-White Twin Dragons and Zhu Xiaojie into the living room.
Only then did he take out a Communication Talisman and call Old Sun. "Old Sun, your junior has come looking for you. Come out for a moment if you're free."
Barely had Wenlong finished speaking when Old Sun appeared before him, giving him quite a fright.
"Come on, Old Sun, you'll scare someone to death like that. Can't you give me a little warning?"
"Hehe, if you're so weak that you get scared to death, you deserve it. You don't even have that much awareness of danger."
"You-do you want to fight me one-on-one?" Wenlong nearly died of anger. Wasn't he in his own stronghold? Protective formations guarded both inside and outside the city.
Old Sun looked at him with a wicked grin. Knowing that his strength was leagues below Old Sun's, Wenlong could only back down. "Haha, a slip of the tongue. Just a slip of the tongue."
Seeing Wenlong yield, Old Sun let it go. He glanced around, his gaze finally settling on Zhu Xiaojie.
Realizing that the granduncle his ancestor had mentioned had arrived, Zhu Xiaojie hurriedly knelt. "Granduncle,