"What are you doing here?" The heavily wounded Three-Headed White Python watched Lu Xiaotian warily. Imprisoned in this unfamiliar place, it couldn't sense even a trace of immortal spiritual energy. Lu Xiaotian had also taken its Sumeru Ring while it was badly injured. Though its wounds were slowly healing on their own, without being able to cultivate—and with its injuries so severe—the process was painfully slow.
Inside the Demon-Suppressing Tower, it was no threat to Lu Xiaotian.
"I came to see you for a reason, naturally." Lu Xiaotian lifted a hand, and the little white python, still fast asleep, drifted toward him.
"What's this?" The Three-Headed White Python's expression changed dramatically at the sight of the little white python, though a hint of doubt remained; it couldn't be completely sure. Its voice was anxious and angry. "Where did you get this little white python?"
"Do you recognize this Primordial Spirit?" Lu Xiaotian held out his palm. The Primordial Spirit of another Three-Headed White Python appeared in it. She was the little white python's birth mother, but her injuries had been so severe that even her Primordial Spirit remained unconscious. Without outside intervention, she would not wake anytime soon.
Lu Xiaotian did have miraculous elixirs that could help restore a Primordial Spirit. But with the Black Dragon's dragon essence threatening him earlier, he had been too busy looking after himself to treat her.
"What have you done to her? Damn human!" The Three-Headed White Python dragged its body forward, trying to charge at him, but the movement tugged at its wounds, and it groaned in pain. Its eyes burned with hatred and murderous intent as it glared at Lu Xiaotian. If looks could kill, he would already have been reduced to body and soul alike.
"She ended up here after the