Teaching 1

High in the sky.

Whoosh!

Wei Yang's figure suddenly appeared.

On the other side, a burly man clad in simple beast-hide clothing also stepped out of the void.

It was Hei Qing of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan, whom he had met once before.

"Wei Yang, it's been over three years. Huh? No, wait, your cultivation?!" Hei Qing began heartily, only to suddenly widen his eyes in shock.

"Hei Qing, you've been keeping quite a close eye on me. I only just arrived, and you already came looking for me," Wei Yang said with a smile.

He rather liked this straightforward dragon.

"I just happened to be nearby." Hei Qing grinned, then stared at Wei Yang with uncertain surprise and hesitated. "You... you became a Saint?"

The faint aura around Wei Yang was very familiar to Hei Qing. Several old fellows in his clan gave him the same feeling.

"Just a Half-Saint," Wei Yang said with a faint smile.

"..." Hei Qing drew in a sharp breath.

His gaze soon turned somewhat complicated. How old was Wei Yang, anyway?

More than three years ago, the two of them had still been fighting hand-to-hand.

Though he had been at a disadvantage back then, he had not lost by much.

Yet when they met again now...

The casual look on his face rapidly vanished, replaced by a much more solemn expression that carried a faint trace of respect.

However, before he could continue, Wei Yang flipped his hand and tossed him a Dragon-shaped Jade Pendant. "You came to look for Zi Yan, didn't you? I know you're in a hurry, so I won't waste words. Here—whoever gave me this pendant said that your Ancient Void Dragon Clan would understand once you saw it. As for anything else, don't ask me. I don't