Ye Futian’s Gift

Long Huan's body slammed onto the ground, shaking. He wasn't hurt. Ye Futian couldn't hurt him much in the Dragon Clan. But if he could choose, he wished that today wouldn't happen.

He'd completely humiliated himself today.

He'd mocked Ye Futian's music as little tricks and wanted to advise Ye Futian. But he ended up being destroyed. Ye Futian played carelessly but defeated him.

He wanted to compete in martial arts, but it was even worse. He couldn't even take a hit.

Do you even qualify for martial arts? Those words slapped him strongly. He was a Dragon Master from the Dragon Clan, but he'd embarrassed himself so much before a study attendant. He had lost all face.

Everyone at the banquet stared at them. Their hearts pounded wildly. Study attendant? Little tricks? Who now still doubted whether Ye Futian had helped Long Ling'er?