Xiang Qingqing's eyes held endless worry, their clear gaze unconsciously revealing layer upon layer of sorrow. There had been no news at all in her search for Lu Xiaotian. Meanwhile, the reports she had heard about the Dragon Race told of massacres happening throughout the Heavenly Court, with rumors every so often that this or that dragon had been slaughtered. No matter how steadfast Xiang Qingcheng's resolve was, she could not help being distracted by them. She had confidence in Lu Xiaotian and believed that, given enough time, he would be able to carve out a place for himself. It was just that the Heavenly Court was far too vast. Back when Lu Xiaotian had been in the Spirit World, he had suffered deeply from the calamity of the sword embryo, with Primordial Sword Demon, the force behind it, following him like a shadow that never left.
Lu Xiaotian had still overcome countless difficulties in the Spirit World, but here in the Immortal World, almost the entire realm's pressure was bearing down on the Dragon Race. No matter how much confidence Xiang Qingcheng had once had in Lu Xiaotian, she could not help wavering now.
"Lu Xiaotian, where in the world are you?"
"Daoist Friend Xiang, you seem rather worried about this trip?" The man wearing a Fire Phoenix Crown, Wu Zhongli, waved the folding fan in his hand, his tone carrying a faint hint of concern. The plump and alluring woman beside Xiang Qingcheng was beautiful in her own right, but compared with Xiang Qingcheng's peerless beauty, she was ultimately a shade inferior—not Wu Zhongli's type.
"The rumors say that old demon perished here, but they are only rumors, after all. So many wolfmen have appeared in this Illusory Mist Marsh. Perhaps that old demon did not die as