"Who are you?" Xiang Huaxin frowned and asked.
"Ancestor, this person's name is Dongfang, and he is our imperial family's chief grandmaster of alchemy as well as a member of the Council of Elders," Xiang Kuang hurriedly explained.
"Oh? To think he is a grandmaster of alchemy, and his cultivation is not weak either." Xiang Huaxin immediately wore a look of surprise, and once more looked Lu Xiaotian up and down several times.
Lu Xiaotian was neither servile nor overbearing. It seemed the person before him was the Spirit Transformation ancestor of the Xiang imperial family. This person's Primordial Spirit swept back and forth over him, and Lu Xiaotian felt the other party's divine sense scrape across his body like a blade. A rare sense of tension arose in his heart.
"Not bad. There aren't many juniors who can still put on a calm front before this ancestor," Xiang Huaxin nodded.
"This junior is merely putting on a calm front." Lu Xiaotian's heart relaxed slightly. The other party's divine sense had swept over him without revealing any anomalies, meaning at least this immediate hurdle was cleared.
"Not bad either. I heard the Snowfield Elk has already suffered heavy injuries? Is this matter true?" Xiang Huaxin remarked casually, having no intention of dwelling further on the matter, and then looked toward Xiang Kuang.
"The dragon yuan within the Snowfield Elk has already been sucked away. As for whether it has suffered heavy injuries, this junior does not dare to jump to conclusions," Xiang Kuang answered respectfully.
"Is that so? Whose hands is that dragon yuan in?" Xiang Huaxin frowned and asked.
"During the battle at that time, the dragon yuan inside the Snowfield Elk was absorbed by a dragon bone."
"Where is the dragon bone now?" Xiang Huaxin's eyes instantly lit