The Sky-Bearing Beast did not enter the island. It merely told Qin Fengming that it was staying not far from Flood Dragon Island.
Although the Sky-Bearing Beast was not by his side, Qin Fengming was not very worried. From the way the two Supreme Ancestors of the Flood Dragon Clan acted, he could tell that neither was the sort to say one thing while meaning another.
Although he did not know Qin Fengming's relationship with Shi Chang, Huang Jiao could naturally tell from their forms of address and their behavior that, although the skinny old man wrapped in gloomy mist was an Integration stage cultivator, the young cultivator was the true leader of the two.
Huang Jiao was also utterly astonished by the young cultivator before him.
To advance from the Early Nascent Soul stage to the late Nascent Soul stage in a hundred years—such a speed of advancement had genuinely shocked even Huang Jiao, who had lived for several thousand years.
To the Flood Dragon Clan, a hundred years was practically no more than the time needed for one secluded cultivation session.
After Long Xing's secret transmission, Huang Jiao grew even more curious about Qin Fengming. To clash head-on with the Sky-Bearing Beast using his physical body and emerge completely unscathed had already exceeded his imagination.
Back then, he had fought that exotic beast for several months. Although he had clashed with it physically, he had been at an absolute disadvantage. Yet this young man before him could actually contend with the exotic beast through physical strength, making Huang Jiao look at him in an entirely new light.
With precious spirit fruits arranged before them, the four sat in a grand, towering hall and began conversing at length.
Huang Jiao did not mention a word about the destruction suffered