"Put that big snake away. We'll fly the rest of the way. That thing belongs to the Nine Netherworld Underworld Python Clan, after all. With so many people around later, it's best to avoid trouble."
Looking at the rapidly expanding city ahead, Xiao Heng spoke softly. He wasn't afraid of the Nine Netherworld Underworld Python Clan, but they were troublesome. If trouble could be avoided, it was best to avoid it.
After all, his personal principle in dealing with others was to be kind and amicable.
"Alright, Brother Xiao Heng." Qing Lin nodded. The Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils appeared on her forehead, and a beam of green light shot out, enveloping the giant snake and storing it away in a special space.
The three of them stepped through the air and swiftly approached the city.
Ancient Saint City was the Ancient Clan's largest city open to outsiders, as well as the entrance to the Ancient Realm. Even if it did not possess such an advantageous location, because of the Ancient Clan, its prosperity was in no way inferior to the Pill Tower headquarters.
The closer they got to Ancient Saint City, the more auras appeared around them. Xiao Heng swept his gaze over them and found that not a single one was below Dou Zong. There were even quite a few Dou Zun experts.
The scale was even far greater than when the ruins had opened last time, and ninety percent of these people and factions were unknown to Xiao Heng.
Central Continent truly was a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers lurked. Thinking back on it now, that catchy saying from when he had first entered Central Continent—one hall, one tower, two sects, three valleys, and the Four Pavilions—was rather laughable.
The Four Pavilions in particular were