Wasn’t that the name of the Blue Dragon Ancestral Deity? Compared to the composure of the white-clothed youth, Lin Yun was shocked as he looked at the other party. He had long heard of this name and his legend. It was so much so that Lin Yun even felt a connection between them. But he never thought that this person would stand before him one day.0

“What’s the matter? You don’t believe me?” The white-clothed youth smiled.1

Lin Yun came to his senses, and smiled, “It’s not that I don’t believe you, but this name is too shocking. You’re the White-Clothed Bladesman, but you’re also the Blue Dragon Ancestral Deity.”0

“Sit down,” Xiao Chen smiled. With a wave of his hand, a towering tree appeared with a table beneath and two chairs. After sitting down, he signalled for Lin Yun to sit down and filled up the cup.0

Lin Yun curiously looked around. Isn’t this place my sea of consciousness? But why does it look like the Blue Dragon Ancestral Deity’s home instead?0

He carefully sat down, raising the cup. He was filled with questions, but he didn’t dare to ask them.0

Xiao Chen noticed this, and smiled, “You can ask what you...0