All kinds of divine beasts had environments best suited to their survival.
Just like the Wang Clan's Jade Spring Peak, an excellent place for raising dragons—any spirit beast with even a trace of true dragon bloodline could be nurtured into a dragonkind.
This Ancient Battlefield, which had existed for hundreds of thousands of years, happened to be a "place for raising tigers."
At this moment, Cloudwing was still inhaling the mist with a look of bliss.
He looked like an old smoker who had been holding back for days and had finally gotten his hands on a pack of cigarettes.
Wang Daoyuan kicked him in the backside, sending Cloudwing staggering. "This Ancient Battlefield is big enough, and there's plenty of gray mist. You can inhale all you want later.
Raise a cat for a thousand days, use it for one moment. Now is the time for you to show what you can do.
I need you to help me find someone, so don't let me down."
Cloudwing's greatest virtue was that as long as he was given food, he would do anything.
He took another deep breath of gray mist. "What person is Master looking for?"
"Anyone will do. Once you find them, tell me where they are, and I'll go capture them."
Talents were scarce in the Seven Stars Sea Cultivation World. Very few people still dared enter the Ancient Battlefield.
Furthermore, the Myriad Demon Sect and the Town Sea Sect were clashing, so no one else dared come over to join the commotion.
Those still within the Ancient Battlefield, aside from their own people, could only be White Bone Hall cultivators and Myriad Demon Sect cultivators.
People from either side had to be found and dealt with. It did not matter who they found first.
"Master, rest assured.