The woman in white armor took the Fiery Monkey Wine Lu Xiaotian tossed her and gulped down several mouthfuls. A delighted look came over her face. "Good wine!"
"Let's go. If we linger any longer, the Devil Race and Zhao Clan cultivators will catch up." Lu Xiaotian urged the two women on. At the same time, he sent a voice transmission to the Dragon Lion inside him. "Senior, with my Primordial Spirit, I can't detect these Stone Demons' remarkable concealment. My Primordial Spirit isn't strong enough yet to evade powerful enemies. I'll have to trouble you to help me avoid unnecessary fights. Otherwise, if we run into a powerful enemy up ahead and get surrounded by pursuers from behind, it'll all be over."
There was no better option at the moment. Lu Xiaotian could only place his hopes in the Dragon Lion's Spirit Transformation-level Primordial Spirit. Enemies he couldn't detect would naturally pose no problem for someone at the Dragon Lion's level.
"The yin energy here is thick. You brat actually came to a place like this? A place so saturated with yin energy affects even this old man quite badly. I can't help you keep watch for long. After that, you'll have to rely on yourself," the Dragon Lion muttered inwardly. This human brat usually seemed to want no trouble with anyone, but when he went wild, he was a real handful. Last time, he'd gone to the Xiao House, one of the six great Aristocratic Clans of Xiang Nation, and stirred up a storm. This time, though they hadn't yet seen a powerhouse on Xiao Jinglei's level, the place they were in was incomparably more treacherous than the Xiao House. This brat was no easy lamp to save oil with.
Still, the Dragon Lion understood Lu Xiaotian's character.