Back at their residence, Wang Qingling, Wang Qiuming, and Wang Mengbin sat in the stone pavilion drinking tea and discussing what had just happened.
Wang Qingling was rather perceptive. She had long since noticed Huangfu Rong's intentions, but she could not understand it. The Huangfu Family possessed deep foundations—why had Huangfu Rong set his sights on the Icewind Dragon? From Huangfu Rong's words, the Celestial Mulberry Divine Water was no ordinary item, yet he was willing to trade it for the Icewind Dragon.
Was it because he valued the Icewind Dragon's potential? That could not be it! Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan had achieved such great victories, yet Huangfu Rong still proposed buying the Icewind Dragon. It defied common sense, unless the Icewind Dragon possessed some special ability that Wang Qingling did not know about.
She released the Icewind Dragon. It obediently lay sprawled before Wang Qingling, exceptionally docile.
Wang Qingling fondly stroked the Icewind Dragon's head and asked, "Qiuming, Mengbin, tell me—why do you think Huangfu Rong wants Little White?"
"Could it be that Huangfu Rong wants a Third-Order Flood Dragon as a spirit beast? As far as I know, across the entire South Sea, fewer than ten High-Level Cultivators possess a Third-Order Flood Dragon as a spirit beast."
Wang Qiuming offered his view. Subduing a Third-Order Flood Dragon as a spirit beast required both a fortunate opportunity and sufficient strength. The South Sea was rich in Demon Beast resources, but Third-Order Flood Dragons were relatively scarce. Most lived in regions under the Demon Race's jurisdiction, and even when one was occasionally encountered in territory controlled by humans, it was difficult to subdue.
Flood dragons were famously tough to beat, and their divine abilities were formidable as well. Having a Third-Order Flood Dragon as a spirit beast was something