Regaining his composure, Qingyi immediately bowed. "This humble one greets the guardian and asks forgiveness for the disrespect!"
"Don't worry about it, little one." Yanxiao raised a claw and a small flag emerged from Yulei's clothes, floating into Qingyi's hands.
"Long Qingyi, right?" Yanxiao smiled.
"Many carry dragon in their name, but few are truly worthy of it.
You're only the fifth one I've met in over sixty thousand years of life. Hahaha."
"The guardian praises this humble one too much." Qingyi said, only to get another laugh from Yanxiao.
" Good, knowing when to be humble is a virtue. Most of those who carry dragon blood barely know the meaning of that word."
Yanxiao paused for a moment, studying Yulei's unconscious body before shaking his head.
"You can go now, I'll take care of the rest."
Bowing one last time, Qingyi left.
"Ah... what do you think of this one, Sect Leader?" Yanxiao raised his head.
