Outside the city, a small earthen hill.
"That old immortal used a scrap piece to remake a secret realm gate. How stingy."
Though the mountain had collapsed, the stone gate still hung high in the sky. Without golden Auspicious Clouds to set it off, there was only white mist. Its function of transforming flood dragons into dragons was probably gone, perhaps altered into a secret realm gate. True Sight could only tell that there was a world within; it could not measure how large it truly was.
A gentle breeze drifted by. One tall and one short figure stood on the grassy hill, staring blankly at the gate in the sky.
"Squeak, what now? Knock that thing down?"
"Not easy. Anyone who survived from that era until now without dying is either exceptionally good at hiding or exceptionally crafty. Like Xiao, or the old turtle who was the previous North Heavenly Gate Guardian."
If they truly came to blows, Bai was actually a little uneasy. She had no confidence in her heart.
It was not that she would not fight, only that the time had not yet come. Bai Moulong did not fear drawing her blade, but that depended on having a chance to win. The few times she had fought desperately had all been out of helpless necessity. Having lived for over three thousand years, she had long passed the age of charging in to risk her life on a hot-headed impulse.
"For now, bringing down Divine Dragon Hall is enough. As for everything else, we can talk about it later. We have no shortage of time."
"Squeak squeak, wearing it down until it dies might be a little difficult. Anything is possible, though. Maybe its end is near and it'll die soon. Even this monkey can't say."
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