The power disappeared, and Little Food Saint finally caught his breath. He was drenched in sweat. It wasn't just him—even his father, Food Saint, wouldn't have had any advantage over Lu Yin in terms of strength.
"Jiang Xiao Dao told me that Jiang Sheng saw Mr. Daheng tear open the void and lead Prison Dragon away when the Tea Gathering Battle ended. I don't know where they went, and neither does Jiang Sheng," Little Food Saint said.
Lu Yin's eyes narrowed. Mr. Daheng? It had been him?
No wonder no one knew where Prison Dragon had gone. If Mr. Daheng had torn open the void and taken him away, no one would have paid it any mind. Prison Dragon had shrunk in size, and at the time, everyone had been focused on the Lu family's return. Who would have cared about Prison Dragon?
Why had Mr. Daheng gone after Prison Dragon?
Lu Yin didn't believe he had the nerve to provoke him now.
"Let me see your Inner World with its boundless power," Little Food Saint said eagerly.
Lu Yin's lips curled up. His Inner World appeared with a rumble, its colors dazzling. Each streak of light represented a different power, constantly circling—beautiful, yet dangerous.
Little Food Saint stared at the Inner World, his eyes nearly bulging. He couldn't sense any power. The more he couldn't, the more terrifying the Inner World seemed. The power had been completely drawn inward and turned into those streaks. How had Lu Yin done it?
Unable to resist, Little Food Saint touched one of them. In an instant, its terrifying power flung him away. His finger was pulverized, and he slammed into the wall, grimacing in pain.
Lu Yin smiled. His Inner World vanished, and he clasped his hands behind his back, looking down