"Senior Qing Huan, this little dragon has completed the task you assigned. I wonder if it meets your satisfaction?"
The Dragon King of the East Sea hurriedly stepped forward and cupped his hands, keeping his posture exceedingly humble.
"Mm, not bad."
Qing Huan swept his gaze over the rolling islands of varying sizes before him. A rough count put them at several hundred thousand, and a hint of satisfaction appeared between his brows as he nodded inwardly.
This old Dragon King was quite reliable when it came to getting things done.
Kong Xuan and Great Peng stood at Qing Huan's side. When they glimpsed the Dragon Clan opposite them, a trace of ferocity flashed through their eyes—the old grudge between the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan had long been carved into their bones.
Yet when their gazes fell upon the densely packed islands overflowing with spiritual energy, their little mouths abruptly formed O's. They exchanged a glance and saw the same shock in each other's eyes:
"So this is the new Dao Field Teacher mentioned? This is far too extravagant!"
"Fellow Daoist Qing Huan, it has been a long time!"
East Prince stepped forward with a smile piled across his face, though calculation lurked in his eyes.
"I never expected that after leaving Penglai Immortal Island that day, you would find such an immortal island formed from a Chaos Fragment. What extraordinary fortune!"
Qing Huan turned around, his gaze passing over Daoist Xuanhuang and Wood Spirit Daoist beside East Prince. He understood at once—East Prince had indeed begun recruiting people everywhere.
"Fellow Daoist East Prince, you flatter me. Compared to you, I still have a long way to go."
Qing Huan smiled faintly, then changed the subject.
"May I ask why you have come today?"
"Fellow Daoist Qing Huan,