Primordial Wilderness: I Am Hong Yun, and at the Start I Traded My Saint Position for a Wife, Section 870

Nezha tiptoed, preparing to sneak away.

Candle Dragon called out to him.

He had no choice but to turn around and grin.

"Old sir, it's getting late. I have to go home..."

As he spoke, his face wore the innocent expression of a child.

Thwack!

A knuckle rapped Nezha on the head.

"Ow!"

Nezha yelped and hurriedly spun around, shouting:

"Who?"

"How dare you sneak up on me!"

A slender hand emerged from a ripple in space. Its fingers, which had been poised to rap him, opened into a palm and pressed down on Nezha's oversized head. Two figures then stepped out.

The one who had smacked Nezha was naturally Wu Tian.

The one following behind her was Xuanwu!

The two bowed to Candle Dragon.

"Greetings, Senior Candle Dragon!"

Candle Dragon waved his hand dismissively. His cloudy gaze swept over the two, and he exclaimed in admiration:

"No need for formalities!"

"You've both achieved great cultivation. You're even stronger than this old fellow!"

"Fellow Daoist Hong Yun has taken on some fine disciples..."

Wu Tian smiled faintly.

Naturally, she didn't take Candle Dragon's polite words to heart. When she had first met him long ago, this fellow had already seemed old and frail. But he was a mighty cultivator who had lived through the Dragon-Han Tribulation. Who would dare underestimate him?

Even now that Wu Tian had reached the Quasi-Saint realm, she couldn't see through Candle Dragon's true circumstances.

Who knew what trump cards an old monster like him had hidden?

She smiled and said:

"You flatter me, Senior..."

"Today, my young disciple and the Dragon Clan's Third Prince, Ao Bing, had a misunderstanding. If you hadn't stepped in, a tragedy would surely have occurred."

"That would have damaged the relationship between our Fire Cloud Cave and the Dragon Clan.