The blood essence of the ancient ancestral Dragon (1)

At this moment, in the courtyard.

The great elder stroked his beard gently and smiled as he gazed at the people gathered in the hall. However, he looked at Long Yu with an inquisitive gaze as he spoke in a meaningful and heartfelt manner.

"Yu 'er, it's all thanks to you this time. However, Qianqian, if you want Xiang Luo to be the clan leader, I'm afraid that's still not possible. I have to wait for Qing Yi to return and give me an explanation!"

That year, when Qing Yi was accused of betraying, he was in closed-door cultivation. When he came out, the matter was already set in stone.

However, he was still unwilling to give up. Without waiting for Qing Yi to return and give him an answer, he would never agree to pass the position of clan leader to someone else.

Long Yu's expression stiffened for a moment. He was slightly angry, but his expression did not change at all. He said with a smile,"I understand, master."