"Well, as you know, I rarely stay in the sect. I spend most of my time out gaining experience. Over time, I naturally got to know more people. With more friends came more avenues, and I heard about this from them."
"Besides, the White Flood Dragon Clan is indeed the weakest of the Five Lineages of Jiaolong. Even if that old Jiaolong hadn't died, they wouldn't have spread the news after learning about it.
"After all, if the other lineages of Jiaolong really found out, this Dragon Gate would have nothing to do with them anymore."
Hearing Xue Fuyao say this, Jimo Yunqi pondered for a moment before saying, "Then how should we pass the news to the White Flood Dragon Clan? They aren't fools. If we're too obvious about it, I'm afraid they won't take the bait."
The White Flood Dragon Clan was arrogant by nature and had always looked down on the other members of the Demon Race, especially the Snake Clan. In the white flood dragons' eyes, the Snake Clan was nothing but a bunch of toads dreaming of eating swan meat. Even another glance at them was revolting. Only the other four lineages, who were fellow flood dragons, warranted their regard.
Ordinary schemes certainly wouldn't work if they wanted to hook these arrogant creatures.
The White Flood Dragons were arrogant and considered themselves the cleverest of the Five Lineages of Jiaolong. When dealing with such clever creatures, laying the matter directly before them would certainly arouse their suspicions. Conversely, if they deduced it themselves, they would believe it without question.
"Master, why not leave this to me?"
A fluffy white head poked out of Xue Fuyao's Spirit Beast Pouch, followed by a body. The tails behind it had already increased to five, draping down like a