Yudi-bei?
The last Dragon-King in the Yü clan’s history was called Yü Tiannan.
One character is “Heaven,” the other “Earth”; one is “South,” the other “North.”
The young man standing in front of them had a name that was the exact reverse of Yü Tiannan’s.
Whoever gave him this name hadn’t done it by accident; it had definitely been on purpose.
Li Zhuiyuan waved his hand.
Lin Shuyou moved the golden mace away from the young man’s neck.
Although the shackles were gone, the youth still kept clear wariness in his eyes.
Overhead a vulture swooped down, talons gripping a shivering little yellow dog—the same one Yü Dibei had just sent out to warn the villagers.
Seeing this, Yü Dibei wasn’t angry at all.
Instead he looked as if a stone had been lifted from his heart.
The vulture loosened its claws and the little dog landed safely in Yü Dibei’s arms.
Then the bird circled once above everyone’s heads, spread its wings and flew back toward the village.
While stroking the dog’s head, Yü Dibei bowed at the waist to Li Zhuiyuan and the others.
“Sorry. I was rude just now.”
Li Zhuiyuan asked, “That vulture—whose is it?”
“My Grandpa’s.“He’s the one who built this village with his own hands.
“Grandpa says you’re honored guests. Please, come with me.”
Yü Dibei made a “please” gesture.