One of them came from the west, while the other two came from the south. However, the aura from the west did not seem human; it was filled with a savage, primordial, explosive air. Though it felt to be at the Celestial Being level, it seemingly had yet to reach that realm in cultivation.
Meng Zhao had already made up his mind today to keep the two members of the Blazing Sun Divine Clan, as well as Long Feng, all here. He absolutely could not allow any news to leak out, so naturally, he would not permit people—or savage beasts—to come and disturb them now.
He glanced at the Yin-Yang Python Dragon coiled around his hand. With a thought, he realized that this creature had been formed from Zhao Rulíng's foundation. Now that he had gathered it in, the true intent of dragon and python within it originated from True Dragon Qi, and in essence, it too was subject to the command of his Imperial Dragon Bloodline.
At this moment, Zhao Rulíng was engaged in a fierce battle—a battle to the death—with the man from the Blazing Sun Divine Clan. Their battlefield lay high above the nine heavens, and for the time being, he could not attend to this place.
As for Zhao Rulíng, Meng Zhao could barely be said to trust him, but he had never lacked vigilance. Especially since the True Dragon Qi Zhao Rulíng had revealed today had most likely been drawn or stolen from one generation—or several generations—of emperors of the Great Yong Dynasty.
What methods Zhao Rulíng had used remained unknown for now, but one thing was certain: this fellow was truly no good thing. As a household servant, he had coveted the precious treasures upon his master's person—and had actually succeeded in stealing them