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Not to mention the torment along the way.

After all, they were not far from the Tianshan Blood Pool.

Whether it was the Seven-Colored Spirit Crane, the Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor, or even the river-crossing flood dragon, none of them were slow flyers. The Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor was even faster than many Dou Huangs. At full speed, it could fly more than eight times faster than an ordinary Dou Wang. Though the distance seemed far, it was actually only an eight- or ten-minute journey.

Wang Chen was also a smart man.

A little provocation was acceptable.

But if he went too far, he understood that Feng Qing Er and Mu Qingluan might target him later. Since it was better to avoid trouble when possible, he merely danced repeatedly along the limits of Feng Qing Er and Mu Qingluan's tolerance, without doing anything excessive.

Of course, he had his own small thoughts as well.

No one was an absolute supporting character.

Even a supporting character might not be without a role to play.

Wang Chen was not the only Yellow Springs Pavilion disciple riding the river-crossing flood dragon. Although this flood dragon was a spirit pet he had personally subdued, and his strength was more than enough to suppress the Yellow Springs Pavilion disciples behind him, it had been mentioned before that the Yellow Springs Pavilion was not a sect with strict rules. If those below defeated those above, it simply meant they were capable. There were no Senior Brothers or Senior Sisters, nor was there any question of whether one's methods were despicable. Even if one drugged a Senior Brother with laxatives and killed him while he was suffering from diarrhea, it could only be said that the Senior Brother had brought it upon himself. He had failed to