The Dead Flood Dragon

"Master, what is this place?"

Just as Yang Qingyun followed that indistinct feeling and ventured deeper into this underground ice-cavern world,

the Qingwen Dragon Python, which had barely managed to recover its wits behind him, had somehow followed along as well, staying close behind Yang Qingyun.

Even now, it was still using its pitifully small brain to figure out exactly what had happened.

But one thing was certain:

that the person it had contracted with was absolutely not some reckless, rash fool,

but a truly unimaginable powerhouse!

This was even luckier than having a pie fall from the sky!

If one day this fellow could reach the peak of the Martial Path, then as his follower, even a tiny scrap of benefit that leaked from between his fingernails would be enough to make it feast until grease ran down its mouth!

Once it had figured this out,

Little Green could no longer be bothered to wonder why it had merely slept and broken through its realm, only to find that its master had already reached a realm it could scarcely imagine.

Who cared about all that?

Being able to contract with such a heaven-defying human prodigy was already a heaven-defying stroke of luck. It could not be bothered to get to the bottom of it.

Thus, after regaining its freedom, it hurried after him, following Yang Qingyun to the bottom of the lake and then passing through into this underground ice-cavern world behind him.

At this moment, the Qingwen Dragon Python had recovered its form, barely a foot long. It stayed close behind Yang Qingyun, swimming through the air while pretending to observe its surroundings, looking every inch the picture of a slavishly loyal lackey.

"Who knows? Perhaps this is where some great opportunity lies buried—or perhaps it is a