"Wait? Little Fushuo, your incarnation... Why does it look familiar to me?"
The last black dragon, holding 18% of the weight, ran to the side of Yang Fushuo's incarnation and had completed the binding.
A black energy thread entwined around both the person and the dragon.
Just like everyone else.
Seeing this, Long Hong had a somewhat helpless look in his eyes.
"Yang Fu, it seems your son's Qi Fortune is well-deserved..."
"Ah?"
Yang Fu was startled, then he saw the 'incarnation' of Yang Fushuo dispersing its Spiritual Energy, slowly reverting to the appearance of Yang Qiangyou.
He cautiously and sneakily called out:
"Dad..."
"You..."
Yang Fu was about to speak, then he understood.
Yang Fushuo had brought him here.
Since Yang Fushuo always listened to him, he wouldn't oppose him on big issues; the only one who could make Yang Fushuo act on his own was... the ancestor's word.
Yang Qiangyou's presence here was clearly with the ancestor's permission.