West Mountain Dragon Fledgling

After Ye Futian had heard these past events, he gained a newfound respect for that senior from the Dragon Clan. He would definitely have been unequaled among his peers, but it was a pity that he died young. Ye Futian felt it was a pity he was unable to meet him. No wonder that little girl was still wallowing in the sadness of her uncle's death after so many years. He could imagine what kind of person he was, kind and friendly to his family, yet dominant to outsiders. This was a person deserving of respect.

"Tell him that I don't want to see him," Long Ling'er told Yang Xing.

"Understood." Yang Xing nodded and walked out of the pavilion, speaking to Jin Yunxiao across the air, "The young missus is busy and has no intention of meeting you."