More than a month later, the Flying Spirit Chariot flew out of Fallen Immortal Island. Han Zhangxiang and the other four wore varying expressions.
The rumble of thunder came from the skies as more than a dozen thick bolts of black lightning struck down. Han Chaoyang hurriedly brought out the Golden Thunder Parasol.
The black lightning landed on the Golden Thunder Parasol and vanished without a trace.
In less than half an hour, they safely left the range of the restriction. No more black lightning fell from the sky.
"All right, we part ways here! Take care of yourselves! Keep your mouths shut about what happened on Fallen Immortal Island. Don't go spreading what shouldn't be said."
Han Zhangxiang's voice was grave. Even if the news got out, it would not be a great concern.
Every part of a fourth-rank flood dragon was a treasure. It was perfectly normal for cultivators to hunt fourth-rank flood dragons. In the Outer Sea, if not for their fear of retaliation from the Demon Race, other factions would all want to hunt them.
Hundred Spirits Wanderer and Chen Nianhang agreed. They would not babble about it either; there was nothing in it for them.
After thanking him, they turned into two streaks of light and flew in different directions, vanishing beyond the horizon.
"Let's go. We should head back too!"
Han Zhangxiang formed a hand seal. The Flying Spirit Chariot immediately blazed with red light, turning into a streak of light that vanished into the distance.
Hundred Beasts Market, Han Residence.
Han Debiao sat inside a stone pavilion as Han Changqing, Han Changju, and Han Changling reported their recent circumstances to him.
All three had advanced into the Foundation Establishment Realm. Han Changqing was at Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, while Han Changjiong and