This world belonged to these cultivators.
Strength had always reigned supreme—so it had been since ancient times.
"He's in the dark, while I'm out in the open. If we launch a massive search, we'll only throw the whole city into chaos and leave everyone in a panic. Besides, that evil dragon appears and disappears like a dragon glimpsed only by its head and not its tail. It can soar through the ninth heaven or lurk in the deepest sea, and if things don't go its way, it can simply fly off. What can you do about it?" After a pause, Song Gudú handed the towel in his hand back to Old Butler and said, "Tiandu is our Tiandu, and the West Wind is our West Wind. If they're ruined by an evil dragon, we'll be the ones who suffer in the end. He has no ties, and the whole world is his home. What does he have to lose?"
Hearing the deeper meaning in Old Immortal's words, Gu Qinglin realized that even he had no way to deal with this evil dragon for the time being. Could they really let him continue running rampant?
The problem was that the dragon had now set his sights on Gu Qinglin himself. He had dealt Song Yu a killing blow, forcing Old Immortal to personally strike and kill him.
"When will that killing blow aimed at me come?"
At the thought of this, Gu Qinglin felt his scalp prickle.
Song Gudú's eyes seemed capable of seeing straight through a person's internal organs. He swept Gu Qinglin a glance and said, "You don't need to worry either. Just do what you need to do. Handle the affairs of the court—that's your battlefield. As for that little dragon, that's a different battlefield. It's true that