Hidden Dragon

"Star Abyss?"

"That was all more than a decade ago. How could I remember it clearly?" Chen Danming, clad in a purple Dharma robe, curled his lip. Back then, he had been chased like a homeless dog, fleeing all over the sky. How could he have had the face to speak of it?

Naturally, he had hurried to "forget" everything that had happened back then, lest others find out.

"A small token." Ao Shuang pushed over a storage pouch. With a swish, the gilded folding fan in his hand snapped open. Smiling, he said, "If Fellow Daoist can provide more accurate intelligence, there will be a generous reward."

Chen Danming casually picked up the storage pouch and slipped it into his sleeve. Raising his tea bowl, he reminisced, "As for what happened back then, looking back now, it feels like only yesterday. At the time, we had set up a grand formation, but the Firecloud Sect reacted swiftly as well."

"More than ten Nascent Soul cultivators alone arrived. Spirit boats filled the skies, and cultivators swarmed like bees, blotting out heaven and earth. Even now, it was an exceptionally shocking battle to recall."

"This old man guarded one side of the grand formation and held off two Nascent Soul cultivators for two hours."

"..."

Chen Danming went on and on about his heroic exploits. Never mind whether he was exaggerating or embellishing the tale; in short, he left out not a single detail. It seemed his credibility was fairly good—at the very least, once he took the money, he truly could tell them something.

"Later, those two hunted me down. However, my escape technique was superb, and my flight speed was first-rate. No matter how high their cultivation was, what could they do but watch my back?"

"That was how