Chen Yang did not answer why he said it with certainty, time will come.
He just stayed silent for a while and silently followed Feng Wu to the Sihai Dragon Palace, the core of the command center.
Already deep in the trench, the command center is actually an underground building.
They passed through a deep well and used an elevator to descend vertically for ten minutes before entering the real command center.
The thick alloy walls throughout made Chen Yang frown.
If this kind of protection was provided by external force, it would really bring the Dragon King alive and overturn the river, and I'm afraid it wouldn't be able to overturn this Four Seas Dragon Palace.
Chen Yang shook his head when he thought of this. The secret of magic is never pure destruction.
If the official regards this as the only straw, I'm afraid they are overthinking it.
But Chen Yang felt there was no need to say such cold water.
In the command center deepest underground, a middle-aged man wearing a blue gown stood up to greet him.
"Sir, this is our Qinglong boss."
"He will explain the specific things to you."
Feng Wu unconsciously introduced the middle-aged man in a long gown with a respectful tone.
"It's you?!"
Chen Yang raised his eyebrows and paused slightly.
know?
Feng Wu glanced at Chen Yang in surprise.
It shouldn't be.
Boss Qinglong lives in seclusion and seems to have some hidden illness. If it weren't for the change in the spiritual energy recovery environment, even her official subordinate would not see her once a year on average.
Based on the scope of Chen Yang's previous interactions, he should not be acquainted with him.
"Mr. Chen, I have admired you for a long time."
Qinglong smiled kindly, extended his hand to the tea table on one side, and asked lightly: "Have you seen him before?"
Chen Yang stepped forward to catch up, but said: "I don't dare to be a gentleman, so just call me Chen Yang."
"I've never seen it before, but I have an old painting depicting the heroic figure of Senior Qinglong hidden in my home. It's enshrined in the ancestral hall. During festivals and festivals, I pay my respects when I offer incense to my ancestors."
"After all, for several generations in my family, the foundation-building boxing techniques that inspired me in physical skills all came from you, my senior."
"I didn't expect that the legend is actually true."
When Chen Yang sighed, Feng Wu beside him was stunned.
Her ears pricked involuntarily.
There is gossip in this.
Given Chen Yang's age, it would barely make sense to say that his foundation-building boxing skills as a child were derived from Qinglong.
Qinglong looks like a middle-aged man, but considering that he is a master of boxing and telepathy, it is understandable that his real age is twenty or thirty years older than he looks.
However, Feng Wu heard clearly that what Chen Yang was talking about was clearly several generations of his ancestors.
How can this be?
One hundred years, two hundred years?
Or more?
Feng Wu held her breath and took two steps back, minimizing her sense of presence. She was afraid that Qinglong would notice her and drive her away with a look, so that she would not hear the shocking gossip.
This was not the first time Feng Wu had communicated with Chen Yang, and she knew clearly that he was definitely not someone who spoke freely. There would be no gossip in this.
Qinglong did not respond immediately, but invited Chen Yang to sit down, then boiled water leisurely and scalded an open clay pot.
Then pour in the water taken from a sealed jar, reach out and press and rub on the clay pot.
The sound of "Gululu" sounded.
The originally cold water boiled instantly, with traces like fish eyes appearing.
Feng Wu opened her eyes wide and looked at this scene with envy.
Even though it wasn't the first time she saw it, Feng Wu still yearned for such a method.
Only those within them knew that Qinglong could do such a thing long before the spiritual energy was revived.
As if he had done something insignificant, Qinglong took out a small box sealed with gold lacquer and clay, and took out a small piece of tea cake.
This tea cake is completely different from the common Pu'er. The shape is more like a flat ball with complex lines on it. It is not as delicate as tea leaves, but more like a finely carved work of art.
"This may be the only well-preserved dragon mass left in the world."