"Moreover, Lady Qing Yan is very kind. Before the young master is here, she had set up a memorial tablet for you in the Mu family. You will be remembered and your name will live on from generation to generation. Hence, you should feel grateful for Lady Qing Yan."
"Pfft! Humans are such fools. What a bunch of idiots!" The black dragon's eyes were filled with disdain.
"I never knew you could actually speak. For a dying dragon, you actually talk quite a lot! You have never appreciated what Qing Yan did for you. You are such an ungrateful dragon. There is no room for you in the Mu family's ancestral hall." Mu Yong sneered.
A sudden outburst of momentum was emitted from Mu Yong, dispersing in all directions, flooding toward the black dragon that was still lying in the deep pool.
The black dragon's eyes were filled with disdain, its piercing eyes stared fearlessly at Mu Yong.
