The appearance of the Twelve Beast Spirit Diagram had nearly dried up Bi Fan's Sea of Soul. Pale-faced, he looked at Ling Xiaoxiao and said weakly, "All right..."
Seeing him like this, Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't help laughing. "Your Sea of Soul is still too shallow. One formation has you half dead. What would you do if you ran into an even tougher opponent?"
Bi Fan gave a bitter smile. He no longer had the strength to speak, and slumped to the ground, blinking twice in the direction of Xuan Chen.
Xuan Chen understood. He quickly walked up to Tang Yunting and politely cupped his hands in greeting. "I am Xuan Chen. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Tang Yunting was just as keenly attuned to the presence of spirits, especially one so powerful. He immediately nodded and smiled in response. "I am Tang Yunting. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Only after they had exchanged greetings did Xuan Chen walk over to Ling Xiaoxiao. Before he could speak, she got straight to the point. "Xuan Chen, you used to be a member of the Dragon Race, didn't you?"
At this, Tang Yunting immediately turned his head. His eyes were covered by bandages, so no one could see his gaze, but it was still easy to tell that his expression was utterly shocked.
The Dragon Race, the mightiest of the Demon Races, had vanished from this world completely. It had been far too long since anyone had mentioned them, yet no one could forget how astonishingly powerful they had once been!
Xuan Chen's expression flickered for a moment. Then he slowly nodded, a rare, complicated emotion in his eyes.
Ling Xiaoxiao offered no words of comfort. She didn't know what this dragon had been through, but she needed his help now,