Under Ye Zhen's gaze, Ao Zheng, the Crown Prince of the Jade Scale Dragon Palace, kept his head lowered, but his eyes darted incessantly. He was considering how to answer Ye Zhen's question.
Or rather, how he should deal with Ye Zhen, who had suddenly barged into his Jade Scale Dragon Palace.
Face him head-on?
A few years ago, when he had been at the height of his strength, Ye Zhen had still grievously wounded him, forcing him to abandon his body and flee with only his primordial spirit.
And now, a few years later, although this was his own lair, the Jade Scale Dragon Palace, where he could at least double his strength—
Ye Zhen's cultivation had silently broken through to the Dao Realm during these past few years.
Just now, when he sensed the faint, distinctive pressure of the Dao Realm around Ye Zhen, the Jade Scale Dragon King had been utterly stunned.
The shock was beyond measure!
Back when Ye Zhen and Mountain God Yi Xun had joined forces to kill him, Ye Zhen had only been at the Spirit-Connecting Realm.
How many years had it been? Just over a decade, perhaps—and he had already reached the Dao Realm!
The Dao Realm!
For an instant, the Jade Scale Dragon King felt an inexplicable dizziness.
Once, he too had stood only half a step away from the Dao Realm.
But after his body had perished miserably, he could only possess another body—and the only body he could possess was that of his own son, Ao Zheng.
After years of tireless effort, Old Jade Scale Dragon's primordial spirit had fused with his son Ao Zheng's primordial spirit so perfectly it could almost be called flawless.
But it was only a fusion, after all. It could not compare to his