Bai Yujun had caused quite a commotion.
More and more visitors and sightseers gathered around the lotus-leaf floating islands. Immortals from every corner, men and women, old and young, all clicked their tongues in wonder. True Dragons were hard to find. The Heavenly Court had possessed dragons long ago, but not every immortal was qualified to ascend to the Ninth Heaven.
The immortals of Chunyang Palace gave up searching for the Mysterious Person. If he could force the White Dragon into hiding, it showed that none of them could discover his trail.
Since the White Dragon had not shown herself, the Mysterious Person was surely still here.
Rather than waste their efforts on a fruitless search, they might as well prepare for battle in advance.
Yu Rong frowned...
She was utterly certain it was her disciple's aura.
But why would she do this? After thinking it over briefly, she decided this White Dragon was not her disciple. If she truly revealed her true form, how could the hidden assassin remain quietly watching?
While maintaining the sword formation, Xu Ling stared at the swimming dragon and blinked furiously.
Yang Mu was curious.
"Junior Sister, what are you doing?"
"Of course I'm signaling Little White with my eyes. Later, act according to my signals~"
"..."
Yang Mu was speechless. Dragon eyes were deep as starry skies, enough to make one unconsciously sink into them, and enormous besides. How could anyone possibly make out such tiny signals? Oh, he had nearly forgotten that dragon eyes could discern the smallest details.
Command of the sword formation was entirely handed over to Yu Rong. Among them all, only Yu Rong understood the White Dragon best.
Yu Rong's plan was simple.
Hold steady. Ignore the clamor and wait patiently.
Like hunting a wild beast—keep calm and