"I've heard that the Ancestor Dragon is seeking refuge in Wrong Death City?"
Ye Yun calmed his emotions, looked toward the statue of the Dragon God, and asked.
"Ancestor Dragon?"
The God of Death paused, somewhat perplexed.
Ye Yun pointed with his hand, "It's the Dragon God you have enshrined in your temple."
From the God of Death's reaction, Ye Yun could discern that he didn't know the true identity of the Ancestor Dragon.
He only knew that the Ancestor Dragon was merely a dragon.
"Ah, so the master is talking about that little dragon..."
The God of Death suddenly realized, shook his head with a wry smile, and after several seconds said, "Master, that little dragon suffered quite a heavy injury and fled all the way into the Wrong Death River. It entered Wrong Death City, made a vow in front of my statue, so I sheltered it.
