The Storm Dragon stared at William with widened eyes; the calm expression he had maintained until now was visibly disturbed.
"How do you know all this? " he asked in shock; his tone was no longer playful.
William did not shift his posture or panic. He remained seated with confidence; his expression was composed.
He had carefully watched Yun Long's reactions from the moment he mentioned the true origin of the Tempest Sword. What reassured him about the situation the most was not the old dragon's shock itself, but the absence of rage in his tone.
The old dragon had not unleashed his aura or tried anything funny like threatening him.
That alone told William that Yun Long was not blinded by arrogance and could see the consequences of his reckless actions. He was not impulsive like other dragons.
"Well, I can't tell you how I know. That is a trade secret."
He leaned slightly forward and rested his elbows near the edge of the low table.
