Heart-Listening Art and the Golden Flood Dragon Spirit Guard

Nightfall!

Heavenly Square Immortal City, inner city!

Core district.

Inside the secret chamber of a luxurious pavilion.

The secret chamber was rather plain, containing only a large bed crafted from Spirit Wood.

At this moment, an old man with crane-white hair and a youthful face sat cross-legged atop the broad Spirit Wood bed.

The surging Spirit Energy around him poured inward like seawater flowing backward.

After a long while.

The old man opened his eyes and murmured:

"It is time to set out!"

"I wonder whether this will prove good or bad?"

Trading with the Demon Race was no different from seeking a tiger's skin, yet Golden Flood Dragons were something the family was determined to obtain.

If not for the longstanding enmity between the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan and the Golden Flood Dragon Clan, obtaining even a single mixed-blood Golden Flood Dragon would have been as difficult as climbing to the heavens, let alone such a large number!

"Perhaps that is also why the patriarch chose to do this!"

"To establish a foundation that will stand unshaken for ten thousand generations, perhaps this is a hurdle we must cross!"

"Forget it. Do all that man can, then heed Heaven's decree!"

"I only hope that this time will go as smoothly as before!"

After silently sighing to himself, the old man flipped his hand.

Five Sound Transmission Talismans appeared in his palm.

His lips moved slightly. With a flick of his right hand, five streaks of Spirit Light shot forth, flying out of the pavilion and into the distance.

Immediately after.

The old man's figure flickered, and he vanished directly from the pavilion.

A streak of flowing light tore through the air, flying straight toward the city gates.

At the same time.

Huangfu Daizong, who had been cultivating, abruptly