Above the skies of Jin Country, a dragon carriage streaked through the air. A so-called dragon carriage was a carriage suited for the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon to pull while flying through the sky.
The foul-mouthed Rogue Dragon had unfortunately become a mount, but he did not dare resist. The one making him serve as a mount was the revived, sentient Ancient Corpse, Corpse King Yu Xin, whom the Corpse Driving Sect had worshipped for thousands of years.
Having an Eastern Divine Dragon pull the carriage was quite prestigious, and the dragon's speed through the sky was extremely fast. Chen Nan, Chenxi, and Corpse King Yu Xin rode the dragon carriage toward Kunlun Mountain and soon arrived at the mountain range where Hundred Flowers Valley was located.
"Ah! Chenxi, you're back! And there's a pretty big sister too."
A streak of golden light circled through the high skies outside Hundred Flowers Valley. Dragonling appeared, followed by several little demon underlings. He wobbled over to the Rogue Dragon's head and complained to Chen Nan and the others in a childish voice, "The loach is cursing people."
The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon's muttering immediately stopped. He bared his teeth at Dragonling, but after sensing Dragonling's rich divine dragon aura, he could only swallow his anger and glare. "Nonsense. I was just sighing over how nice the weather is today."
"Dragonling, why are you here!"
Chen Nan was somewhat delighted to see Dragonling. The situation on the continent had changed drastically recently, yet Yan Kuan had vanished without a trace, leaving Chen Nan with no chance to borrow his prestige.
What had happened to Yu Xin was far too bizarre, and Chen Nan naturally wanted to get to the bottom of it. Yet his own strength was insufficient, so he could only seek out deeply