The girls were all squeaking and telling Durin to back off a bit.
With no other choice, Durin had to take his sister and move some distance away, but after a short while, Lenna came over.
The little dragon handed Durin a piece of jerky and then looked at him teasingly, "I heard that my father got beaten by your grandmother's ancestor?"
"The news spreads pretty fast." Durin was helpless in this situation.
"Your family ancestor's stories spread fast in the Supernatural Realm; there's no helping it. The Candle Dragons are all strong fighters. Not just your ancestor—Mr. Yan is especially terrifying. A Legendary Technique strikes his Shield, and not even a ripple forms. That Iron Whip in his hand, similar to your mace, would make any Sword Saint grieve over their sword."
"And what about Mr. Zhao?"
