Chapter 1314 didn't understand. "Dragon Brother..." After a long wait, Lu Yun finally lost his patience. Though he was used to enduring solitude, such a matter directly affecting his life's fate—waiting so long without hearing a word from Wēi Suǒ Lóng—had finally prompted him to speak. And once he did, the way he addressed him had changed completely. Xue Hua Ying and Zhang Yun Qian naturally didn't hear Lu Yun's "Dragon Brother," continuing their intense campaign. But Wēi Suǒ Lóng, deeply immersed in thought, heard every word clearly. "Sir, what did you just call me?" Whether it was because Lu Yun's simple title of "Dragon Brother" made Wēi Suǒ Lóng feel embarrassed and now insisted on being called "Dragon Sir," or for some other reason, his tone was filled with surprise. It goes without saying that since awakening within Lu Yun's body, this young man has never taken his five-clawed green dragon seriously, constantly treating the once-dominant dragon king like a junior brother—sometimes even calling him "junior brother" when in good spirits, while at other times directly threatening him as if he were a mere subordinate. As a result, the once-proud, humble dragon king, now accustomed to being addressed with such terms of endearment and demands from Lu Yun. Yet Lu Yun's sudden shift in address truly surprised the humble dragon. After a moment of thoughtful reflection, he burst into laughter, saying, "You've finally reached this point, haven't you? Now, listen—call me 'Dragon Elder'!" "Uncle... Land Yun was instantly thrown off his stride, rushing to stammer, "Uncle, you're not even listening—your nephew, your *nephew*!" Before Land Yun could finish speaking, the humble dragon suddenly softened, his voice tinged with a touch of melancholy, cutting him off: "Young lad, don't mention the dragon's heartbreak—n years ago, n years and more, back when the dragon could barely remember how many years passed—yes, the dragon did have a silver dragon, a graceful, flowing dragon sister. Unfortunately... back then, the dragon wasn't as devoted as he is now. Hooray—my silver, flowing dragon sister!" The sudden, passionate outburst was more powerful than Land Yun's simple "Uncle," and he immediately clutched his ears with both hands, silently cursing: "You're ridiculous, humble dragon! Your silver, flowing dragon sister has nothing to do with me—why are you so emotional? Right now, the urgent matter is to handle that ancient-dressed figure in the dream. You're ridiculous—well, you're *really* ridiculous!" "Land Yun, what's wrong?" Zhang Yunqian, who had been struggling to hold on, saw Lu Yun suddenly covering his ears, looking deeply in pain, as if completely forgetting the unbearable sensation that Yunqian had just given him. Concerned, he asked, "Are you all right?" Hoo! That was no ordinary sound—truly a dragon's roar! Anyone else would have collapsed. Even after hearing Zhang Yunqian's words, Lu Yun lifted his head, still tightly clutching his ears. Yet even with both hands pressed against his ears, he couldn't block out the roar of the clumsy dragon, for it wasn't just sound reaching him—it was the dragon's roar that directly pierced through his very soul. Staring at Zhang Yunqian with a somewhat dazed expression, Lu Yun finally said, "It's nothing. I've just been so caught up in watching you two having such a great time that I've found it hard to control myself. Qian-jun, please keep going!" And as he finished, he didn't forget to urge Zhang Yunqian to persevere through the ongoing battle between Xue Hua'ing's spear and shield. Zhang Yunqian nodded firmly, saying, "Little Yun, don't worry—sister will definitely make it." As soon as she finished speaking, Xue Huaing extended her tongue into Zhang's intimate passage and skillfully swept around, circling the constantly flowing stream of water. This movement sent Zhang Yunqian involuntarily moaning, her defenses nearly collapsing. Startled, Zhang quickly held her breath and focused, no longer able to speak a word to Lu Yun. She fully committed herself to the battle against her cousin. Wesly, hearing Lu Yun's criticism of his dragon sister, instantly lost his temper. Yet before he could finish blazing through his fury, Lu Yun launched a swift and even sharper assault against him. "Hey! I may have a few female companions around me, but don't involve Xiao Ying or Xiao Yu—how about that? You're a dragon, sure, but what's so special about it? Right now, you're still hiding inside my body! Even if my earlier jokes were a bit too sharp—well, fine, let's just call it a matter of good humor. Lu Yun softened his tone and said, "Dragon brother..." "Dragon brother? Isn't that what I'm calling you?" Wesly protested. "Then, after all this, criticizing the women in my life and still addressing me as 'dragon brother'—that's already quite polite," Lu Yun replied with a sigh. "For heaven's sake! Now you've gone and criticized my dragon sister—how do I settle that score?" Wesly demanded, his voice rising in anger. Lu Yun hesitated, saying, "You yourself mentioned it was something that had happened for n years—how could you possibly know exactly how many years, and how can you guarantee that what I've said isn't wrong?" Wu-Suo Long remained silent, just as before, only after a long while did he sigh deeply, "What you've said does make sense. Ah, it's all my fault back then—I was so carefree and romantic. That little dragon sister, though she was the most beautiful one I'd ever met, well, back then, my lord was still so young—so full of youthful enthusiasm, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..." Seeing Wu-Suo Long about to go into another fit of passionate shouting, Lu Yun quickly interjected, "Sir, you're the lord, aren't you? Please, don't call yourself that—just don't, or I'll have my head burst from the sheer force of your voice!" "Absolutely not! When my lord first raised his voice, it shook the lands for miles!" Wu-Suo Long spoke with an abundance of pride, as if decades earlier, he truly had been a mighty force, commanding all three realms and no one could stand against him. "Since you're so powerful, how could you end up hiding inside my body and barely surviving like this?" Lu Yun muttered, but couldn't escape the grotesque dragon's acute hearing. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! You human—how could you possibly understand the fierce competition and relentless struggles of the Primordial Era!" The grotesque dragon, stirred once again by Lu Yun's single sentence, began to roar wildly. This time, however, the outcome of the roar was quite pitiful. Lu Yun's head finally gave way to the dragon's thunderous cries, went blank, and he promptly fainted.