The gray-robed old man sighed helplessly.
Chen Yu killed so many of the Dragon Clan, causing the hunt to pause. Although they hadn't killed any dragons, considering the Dragon Clan's cruel and bloodthirsty nature, how could they let them go?
"Who are you? I don't remember you among the captives!"
The enormous eye of the Linghuo Dragon General glared at Chen Yu, its mere nostril breathing stirring up flaming storms.
The royal descendants of the Dragon Clan didn't recognize the captives, but the captives had been placed in the hunting grounds by the Dragon Generals, totaling only one or two hundred people, so how could they forget?
This statement aroused many suspicions, and both the Dragon Clan's royal descendants and the human captives couldn't help but focus on Chen Yu, puzzled about his true identity.
"Perhaps your memory is failing you," Chen Yu said with a smile.
Unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn't reveal his identity as an outsider.
"You..."
