Hearing Ao Qianjiang's invitation, Ao Yu's brows immediately showed a trace of astonishment.
Even the Flood Dragon Race chieftain behind her grew somewhat excited.
"Hall Master Ao... is that true?!"
He had thought that Ao Xue's death would sever the relationship between the Flood Dragon Race and the Heavenly Flood Dragon Hall for good.
After all, when the other party had come to the Flood Dragon Race to take disciples back then, he had met both sisters, yet in the end, he had taken only the younger miss, Ao Xue.
The implication was that Ao Yu had not qualified.
He had never expected that, even at this point, there would still be a turn for the better.
Ao Xue's death... had indeed filled the Flood Dragon Race with regret.
But so what?
The dead always had to make way for the living.
It was precisely because of their connection to the Heavenly Flood Dragon Hall that the Flood Dragon Race held immense weight throughout the southern Silver-Scaled Sea, suppressing many Demon Race aristocratic clans!
Even though their Lineage possessed an Extreme Realm Peak expert, the result remained the same!
Such was the might of a Half-Step Extreme Realm great power!
Not to mention that Ao Qianjiang, Hall Master of the Heavenly Flood Dragon Hall, was said to have condensed an enormous silver moon over ten thousand zhang wide. Even that blazing sun had begun to take shape. Perhaps one day, he would truly step into the ranks of a higher realm.
So long as the relationship between the Flood Dragon Race and the Heavenly Flood Dragon Hall could continue, the Flood Dragon Race chieftain would wake laughing even in his dreams!
"As long as you enter my Heavenly Flood Dragon Hall, I will personally guide your cultivation."
Ignoring the excited