"I suppose this must be the young friend Ye Xuan that Wuxu often mentions?"
The middle-aged man's golden pupils turned towards Ye Xuan. Under his gaze, Ye Xuan felt the True Yuan within him slow down, a sensation that occurs only under strong external pressure.
"Greetings, Senior."
Ye Xuan cupped his hands towards the man. Having met many strong figures, he remained composed, clasping his fists lightly, neither servile nor overbearing.
"Hehe, young friend truly displays extraordinary poise, no wonder Wuxu speaks so highly of you." The man smiled, his lips showing a hint of appreciation, seemingly satisfied with Ye Xuan's demeanor.
Ordinary juniors would have lost their composure by now.
"I am the Clan Leader of the Dragon Clan, Ao Feng. These are the Elders of the Dragon Clan."
The middle-aged man smiled at Ye Xuan, speaking lightly.
Upon hearing this, Ye Xuan cupped his hands to all the elders. If he wished to enter the Ancestor Dragon Pool, he would need their approval.
