This person, although middle-aged, emanates an extremely cold demeanor. Furthermore, there seems to be a vague aura of iron-clad evil qi surrounding him, clearly marking him as someone whose hands are stained with much blood.
"He's here!" Long Xiaoyun sat up from the bed.
"Yes!" Long Wu nodded, looking at Long Xiaoyun, "Clan Leader, what do you want me to do?"
"Sit down first!" Long Xiaoyun smiled faintly.
"Understood!" Long Wu's voice was cold, as if it was innate.
Thereafter, Long Xiaoyun patted Long Wu's shoulder and continued, "Long Wu, ever since I have nurtured you, it has been over thirty years, and I've never tasked you with anything. Besides my daughter and me, no one in the Long Family knows of your existence, nor does anyone know about the existence of the Dragon Group. Now, the Long Family is facing a crisis, and you are my only secret weapon. Are you clear?"
"Yes!" Long Wu nodded.
