Liu Qingyue's Current Situation

Cangwu Old Ancestor steadied himself, suppressing the shock in his heart, and respectfully cupped his hands toward Wu Daoxuan.

"Mr. Wu has helped me plan for a true dragon body. I will remember this favor and kindness in my heart.

Naturally, I will return the peach for the plum and never disappoint you. But given the current situation..."

He raised his head and glanced at the deadlocked Seventh Turn battle in the sky. Though the Sea Shark Palace Master was injured, his aura remained fierce. Ao Li watched like a tiger stalking its prey, while Lin Tianyang, though suppressed, still handled things with ease. No victor could be determined anytime soon.

"If I make a rash move now, I fear I will gain no advantage either."

Wu Daoxuan nodded faintly, his calm gaze sweeping over the interweaving figures in the sky. His tone carried composed certainty.

"No need to rush. The time has not yet come. Forcing your way into the fray would only make things worse.

Wait a little longer. I will lend you a hand."

Cangwu Old Ancestor grew even more wary.

He had thought Wu Daoxuan was merely at the Seventh Turn, but the other man had approached him without a sound, escaping his notice entirely. Such concealment had already surpassed his understanding of the Seventh Turn.

His scheme of lurking beside Prince Jing'an and devouring the royal Dragon Qi had been prompted by Wu Daoxuan.

Without Wu Daoxuan's guidance, he would never have attained his current dragon-transformed body.

He even vaguely suspected that Wu Daoxuan might have had a hand in pushing this great war that had swept across the Yu Kingdom and drawn in both the Human Race and Demon Race.

What exactly was this man, who looked like nothing more than a village schoolteacher,