Wu Qi's regretful words echoed on.
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan was still "gazing up at the stars."
Everything was recovering in an orderly fashion, but Lin Xuan was not satisfied.
At this pace, it would take at least several days to fully recover.
"Hm?"
"A pillow delivered just as sleep came?"
"Dark Dragon Clan!"
Just as he felt helpless, a sharp glint suddenly flashed through Lin Xuan's eyes.
In the distant sky, eleven enormous figures sped over, tearing through the pitch-black heavens.
"Lady Mo Qi, the spatial turbulence swept over from this direction. Something fell somewhere nearby."
A voice carried over from afar, and a smile curled at Lin Xuan's lips.
"Five early-stage Immortals, three mid-stage Immortals, two late-stage Immortals, and one peak Immortal."
"A vast amount of cultivation time, and... Dragon Essence. It should be enough for my bloodline to advance."
"Old bastard Mi Tu, this time I really have to... thank you."
Lin Xuan was happier than ever. He even felt that Immortal King Mitu of the Wind-Thunder Hǒu Clan had begun to look kind and benevolent.
"Search with all your strength. Leave immediately if there is nothing unusual. Lin Xuan is about to reach the battlefield. The foremost merit... must be mine!"
Mo Qi's voice rang out, and it was unexpectedly female.
"Yes!"
As the responses fell, Lin Xuan sensed waves of perception sweeping down over him.
Lin Xuan slightly restrained his aura, assuming a concealed posture.
But just then, one strand of perception stopped upon him.
"Found him!"
"Oh? It's actually a human? And a half-crippled human at that. What rich essence, energy, and spirit!"
A Dark Dragon Clan member suddenly spoke.
Mo Qi hovered in midair, her perception accurately locking onto Lin Xuan. The next moment, dissatisfaction flashed through her eyes.
"What a waste of time.