Chen Fan was slightly taken aback. Judging from the Ink Dragon's grand and imposing tone earlier, he had thought it would be a tough nut to crack. Yet Black-and-White Flames had barely burned it for any time at all before the dragon gave in so easily. It was hard for him to believe.
The Fat Daoist smiled faintly. "It is the last Dragon King of the Ink Dragon Clan. It is not as unyielding as you imagine."
"You brat, count yourself ruthless. Back then, even this King's grandfather captured descendants of the Black Tortoise, yet you dare burn me now!" the Ink Dragon said through gritted teeth.
Chen Fan waved his hand and recalled the Black-and-White Flames. "It is time to leave. That Black Tortoise descendant is likely about to catch up."
"Yes, retrieve the Soul-Gathering Tower first." The Fat Daoist nodded and spoke to Chen Fan.
The Ink Dragon immediately objected, saying grimly, "Stop! Undying True Person, what do you mean by this? You want this brat to take my tower body away? If someone discovers it and destroys the tower body, would I not die without ever knowing why?"
"Do not worry. Following him is far safer than following this poor Daoist. In a few years, this poor Daoist will come find you. Once our souls are reunited, we will head to the Immortal Realm." The Fat Daoist's soul spoke, then shot toward the cave entrance.
Ignoring the Ink Dragon's objections, Chen Fan swept out his hand and directly stored the Soul-Gathering Tower in his Storage Ring before stepping forward to follow closely behind the Fat Daoist.
Rumble!
The moment the two left, the stalactite cave behind them suddenly collapsed. A massive foot stomped down viciously upon it—the Black Tortoise descendant had caught up.
"Ink Dragon, do you