Seeing Xiao Chen Again

Time passed leisurely, and several months went by in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Tong had already transformed into his true form. A thirty-foot Azure Dragon lay silently coiled atop the altar, all life extinguished from his body. His dragon scales had lost every trace of luster, making him seem as though he had been dead for a long time.

Yet anyone strong enough, upon sensing carefully, would discover that the vitality within him was quietly surging.

On this day, two men and a dragon approached the altar together.

One of the men looked young, yet his hair was entirely white and his vitality was fading. He looked like a little old man. This was Xiao Chen. The other was the little fatty Zhou Tong had seen in the Pure Land before. The final dragon was none other than the Black Dragon King from the Pure Land.

"I truly didn't want you to come and risk your life with me!" Xiao Chen sighed as he looked at the little fatty.

"Say no more. I was the one who let you down over what happened on Dragon Island." The little fatty patted his chest and said, "You are not as proficient as I am in our Barbarian Tribe's sacrificial rites. Even if you find an altar, you may not be able to successfully summon the little snow-white beast's soul."

"Awooo!!"

But at that moment, the Black Dragon King's expression abruptly changed. The entire dragon roared, fury and alarm flashing in its eyes as it rushed swiftly in a certain direction.

"Little Black, what's wrong with you?" The fatty cried out in alarm upon seeing the Black Dragon King's strange behavior, and immediately followed after it.

Xiao Chen was also somewhat surprised. The Black Dragon King had always been steady and