"The old servant greets the master. I apologize for arriving late to your rescue; I ask for your forgiveness!"
The elderly woman didn't hesitate, kneeling directly before Ye Luo, and spoke with utmost respect.
Seeing this scene, the indifference in Ye Luo's eyes didn't waver, but a touch of doubt arose in her heart.
"Why do you call me master?" Ye Luo asked.
"You possess the Ancestor Dragon Bloodline, making you the master of all the dragon race. Naturally, I should call you master."
The old woman raised her head, her cloudy eyes gazing at Ye Luo, forcing a smile that looked more pained than sorrowful.
"Master, how did you end up in this place, and with such severe injuries?" the old woman continued to ask.
"I don't know either." Ye Luo shook her head. "What is this place?"
