Ning Daoran and Little Bai stepped into the White Dragon Temple, where a banquet was already being arranged, bustling with activity.
"Ancestor."
A skinny elder approached and transmitted his voice to Old Demon Lin: "Is this the person from White Dragon Mountain, the one who killed the White Dragon, Master Qiushui?"
"Exactly."
Old Demon Lin shot him a silencing glance, and said: "Guests come to us, and we do not yet know the origins of Master Qiushui. Today, there's no need to stir trouble needlessly, remember well!"
"Yes, Ancestor!"
"Hmph~~"
Old Demon Lin frowned as he watched the back of Ning Daoran.
