This is Yang Jian's Opportunity

Within Wuzhuang Temple, pure qi flowed and swirled.

As Yang Jian followed Clear Wind and Ming Yue, he felt that this place was extraordinary in every way.

There were no resplendent, golden halls in the courtyard, nor were there any formations flaunting their oppressive might.

Yet every blade of grass, every tree, every bluish stone seemed to have been nourished by the spiritual qi of the earth veins for countless ages.

The Dao resonance here neither fought nor contended.

Yet it was so profound and weighty that it settled one's mind.

The Howling Sky Hound followed behind Yang Jian, and its previously tense body gradually relaxed as well.

Its grave injuries had yet to heal, and its demon soul was often stirred by pain.

Yet after entering the temple, wisps of earth qi rose from beneath its feet and entered its body, unexpectedly easing much of the searing pain at its wounds.

It said softly, "Master, this place is incredible."

Yang Jian said, "Great Immortal Zhenyuan commands the earth veins. Naturally, he is no ordinary figure."

The Black Flood Dragon Spirit whispered from within the blade, "Little Howling Sky, don't look around carelessly later."

"Any restriction here could crush you into a dog pancake."

The Howling Sky Hound said coldly, "Can't you say a little less?"

The Black Flood Dragon Spirit said, "This Seat is reminding you."

The Howling Sky Hound said, "I don't need your reminder."

Hearing the two bicker, Clear Wind and Ming Yue could not help exchanging a glance.

Ming Yue smiled. "Senior Brother Yang Jian certainly hasn't been lonely along the way."

Yang Jian said helplessly, "My apologies for making you both laugh."

Clear Wind said, "It's nothing."

"Our Master says that if one can still bicker, it means one's spirit is still alive."

"The road