Yang Yunhai's gaze flickered at once, but there was not the slightest displeasure on his face, as though he had expected this all along.
As expected, he is ultimately a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. The clan's interests will always come first. The key is that, even after all this time, he never mentioned a word of it to me. I thought that after training together for so many days, and with us becoming comrades in the future, there was at least some friendship between us. For the sake of the team and the upcoming Soul Master Competition, I figured I ought to leave him some dignity and maintain the relationship between teammates.
But now, it seems I was too naive. I overlooked the essence behind his identity.
The name Yu Tianheng will never represent an individual—it represents an entire clan. So even if I really help the team win the Soul Master Competition in the future, even if I am the greatest contributor and outshine Yu Tianheng, and even if Dugu Yan does not interfere afterward, speaks up for me, or even if Yu Tianheng tries to decline it, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will still force its way in. They will never allow me to obtain even a single soul bone.
You could already see a hint of that from how the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan handled Dugu Bo this time.
A deal guaranteed to turn a profit, yet they were unwilling to put up even an ordinary Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone as capital. Let alone three soul bones more than thirty thousand years old.
And when the time comes, Yu Tianheng will definitely be just like he was with Dugu Yan this time—obediently accepting whatever his clan elders decide.
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