"Bingbing, you're such a good girl!"
Chu Tian praised her, then raised a hand to rub her head before closing his eyes. He began familiarizing himself with his control over the power of the Spirit Refining Realm, preparing to condense the Yin Yang Dao Seed.
Gaining Saint Ancestor Duanmu's approval was naturally an unexpected delight, but he had not forgotten that his primary purpose in entering the Sacred Heaven Pool this time was to reverse the primary and secondary relationship between Ye Feng and Chu Yunshang.
Bingbing seemed to enjoy this intimacy as well. Her large eyes narrowed slightly as she leaned against Chu Tian's shoulder, looking somewhat languid and tired. She murmured, "Little... snake, go back first. I want to... play with Big Brother Chu Tian."
Then, Saint Ancestor leaned against Chu Tian's shoulder and fell deeply asleep. The corners of her lips curved faintly, carrying a satisfied smile. Living out her second life, her divine consciousness was still not condensed enough, leaving her awake at times and asleep at others. Her long conversation with Chu Tian had consumed much of her energy.
The Flood Dragon King seemed to hear Bingbing's voice as well. It turned its head, and its long, winding dragon body melted into the darkness. Its enormous form swam through the water, stirring towering waves in the Sacred Heaven Pool once more, yet it swiftly vanished from everyone's sight.
Only after the Flood Dragon King disappeared did the flood dragons lying prone in the Sacred Heaven Pool resume their former postures and begin swimming about. Everything seemed to return to how it had been.
Yet the plaza was suffocatingly silent. A falling needle could have been heard, and for a long while, not even a crow cawed. Even the sound of breathing had vanished.
Everyone held