Young Master Tu was a proud individual, but as he looked at Lu Yin's face and powerful build, it was as though Young Master Tu was looking at a dream come to life after so many years. Even though he was certain that what he saw was nothing more than a similarity, he could not stop himself from asking, “What’s your name? Where are you from?”

Lu Yin frowned. "I’m Long Qi, and I’m from the White Dragon Clan’s Dalian Mountain branch family."

"You’re from the White Dragon Clan?" Young Master Tu was stunned for a moment, but then his expression quickly became unsightly.

Uncle He's expression also twisted.

The smug expression that had just filled Young Master Tu's eyes changed to a gloomy expression, and he even radiated a bit of killing intent as he stared at Lu Yin’s face. “The White Dragon Clan? You don’t deserve to look like that."

Lu Yin’s hands balled up into fists. "What did you just say?"

Uncle He's attitude had also changed, and he gazed at Lu Yin with cold eyes that blazed with hostility.

It was at this time that Brother Hong, Che Zhan, Mr. Guo, and the Matriarch of the Eastern Mountains all arrived. Yesterday, they had noticed that Lu Yin had kicked up a fuss, but none of them had cared after seeing Lu Yin beating someone up. However, they had noticed that the troublemaker had returned once more, and there...