Zhu Rong sighed inwardly as his gaze swept across the scenery of Penglai Immortal Island.
Jade-paved Cloud Steps stretched out beneath his feet, spiritual herbs carpeted the ground, and though the passing cultivators varied in cultivation, all were orderly. Even the spiritual energy in the air was several times denser than that of the Four Seas.
The contrast darkened his mood considerably.
The Dragon Clan was in a difficult position. The Ancestral Dragon was suppressing the East Sea's sea eye, the clan's elite had suffered devastating losses, and those remaining were mostly the old, the weak, women, and children.
Both the demon race and the Immortal Alliance had their eyes on the Four Seas. Openly and covertly, they seized Spirit Veins and treasure vaults. If the Dragon Clan could not find a patron soon, it would likely truly fall into complete decline.
Perhaps coming to Penglai today was the Dragon Clan's final chance.
With that thought, he followed Taibai directly to the Penglai Main Hall.
"So it is Fellow Daoist Zhu Rong. What a rare visitor. What brings you to my humble little place today?"
After the hall doors opened on their own, Fengyin rose with a smile, his tone casual.
He had long guessed Zhu Rong's purpose, yet he deliberately feigned ignorance, wanting to see what cards the other party held.
Hearing Fengyin's casual words, Zhu Rong withdrew his appraising gaze and gave Fengyin a deep bow.
"You flatter me, Sage Lord. Penglai Immortal Island's fame now spreads far and wide; it is hardly some small place."
"I came today for two reasons. First, because of my elder brother's invitation back then; second, because I have a matter to request."
At the mention of an invitation, Fengyin was initially somewhat puzzled, but he quickly understood.
The Ancestral Dragon had