"What orders do you have for us, Ancestor?"
Xiang Kuang asked cautiously. Like Lu Xiaotian, he was secretly cursing his luck. They had originally planned to wait for Xiang Qingcheng to arrive, then go retrieve the dragon essence. They would sneak off separately after taking it and hide themselves away. As long as they didn't let this Spirit Transformation Ancestor find out, everything would be fine. Who could have guessed they'd run into a Spirit Transformation Cultivator? Xiang Kuang cursed inwardly. This old monster was already in the Spirit Transformation Realm, with power that reached the heavens. And yet he still wanted to compete with juniors like them for dragon essence. Wasn't he ashamed?
"Of course we're going to the ice cavern to find Long Qiangu. If we run into the Snowfield Demon Deer, I can hold it back for a while. But you two should still be useful in finding Long Qiangu." Without giving them a chance to refuse, Xiang Huaxin swept his wide sleeve, enveloping Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Kuang in a current of air and whisking them swiftly into the nameless gorge.
Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Kuang exchanged a glance, each wearing a bitter smile. Wherever they went before, low-level cultivators had called them Ancestors. But in front of Xiang Huaxin, a genuine old monster, even they had to tuck their tails between their legs and play the obedient juniors. No matter how unwilling they were, all they could do was accept it. Xiang Huaxin's methods were truly extraordinary, though. Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Kuang hadn't even circulated their own magic power; Xiang Huaxin had simply caught them in a vortex of his own power and carried them along. Even so, they were moving faster than they ever could at full speed on their own.
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