Outside a cave on the eastern side of Qingyun Mountain.
A small, slender figure slowly crept nearby, revealing a youthful face.
Dressed in white robes and a golden crown, with starry brows and handsome eyes, a jade belt at his waist and leather boots on his feet, he looked young, yet there was a distinctive heroic air between his brows.
The boy cautiously looked around. Seeing no one nearby, he immediately called into the cave:
"Uncle Xiao Jin, Xinyuan has come to see you. Come out quickly!"
"..."
"Huh! Could Uncle Xiao Jin not be here?"
After calling out five or six times in succession without hearing any movement from within, Song Xinyuan's face showed a trace of disappointment.
Just as he was about to turn and leave, inspiration suddenly struck him. He turned back to the cave entrance and took out two Blue Talismans.
Song Xinyuan raised his hand and cast a spell. Several water dragons instantly emerged from the Blue Talismans and dove straight toward the cave below.
"Huh! Which fool with a death wish dared flood this lord's cave abode?"
The moment the water dragons rushed into the cave, an angry roar came from within. Immediately afterward, golden light shot out at high speed and stopped in midair.
The Ice Fire Flood Dragon glared fiercely at the weak little Song Xinyuan before it.
Yet the fury it had just displayed vanished in the blink of an eye. It could only speak helplessly to the other party.
"Little Master, didn't Mistress say you were supposed to focus on secluded cultivation lately? Why have you run out again?"
"Uncle Xiao Jin, don't be afraid. Mother is still in seclusion and doesn't know I came here.
Quick, transform and take me up into the sky to play."
"Hmph! Absolutely not.