"Sworn Brother, you still have the leisure to click your tongue?"
Yang Ling said solemnly, "I came all this way to warn you."
"Warn me about what?"
Ji Tianming froze slightly.
Yang Ling said, "That Deputy Department Master of the Divine Guard Office from last time, Nangong Fengge, has already gone to the Abyssal Beast Cavern to ask the Grand Ancestor of the Cicada-Holding Directorate to come subdue you!"
Ji Tianming's expression turned ugly.
"Where did you hear that? Is it reliable?"
"I saw it myself, but I can't guarantee whether the Grand Ancestor will set out."
Yang Ling's gaze was grave. "Shouldn't we make some preparations in advance, just in case?"
"Preparations? What preparations...? I can't even move now. If he really comes to attack me, all I can do is take the beating."
Ji Tianming muttered to himself.
Yang Ling leaned closer. "I heard from the Department Master that this Grand Ancestor might not still possess his reason.
"You should be a First Rank Land Immortal too, right, Sworn Brother? If you really fought him, there's no telling who would win."
"First Rank, my ass!"
Ji Tianming couldn't help cursing.
"If I hadn't been gravely injured back then, I might indeed have advanced to First Rank by now.
"But my body has already turned into a Flood Dragon. Once my Primordial Spirit completely merges with my body, I will indeed be able to advance to First Rank.
"Only, by then..."
He looked Yang Ling up and down with a gaze that made his skin crawl.
"Your sworn brother might not remember you anymore."
Yang Ling was startled. "What do you mean?"
Ji Tianming took a deep breath.
"If I advanced to First Rank normally, even if living too long caused my body to mutate and eventually turn into