As the entire venue erupted in an uproar, Long Teng fixed his gaze on Su Mo and sent him a mental transmission. "Palace Master, is the Azure Divine Palace well?"
"Very well. It has developed rapidly," Su Mo replied through mental transmission.
"That is good. In a year, my bloodline will completely return to its ancestral origin."
"Then I can go back and take a look," Long Teng added.
"Good. By the way, where is Xiaoxiao? Didn't she go to the Ancestral Dragon Star River with you?" It was naturally a good thing that Long Teng could return, but since Xiaoxiao had not appeared, Su Mo asked another question.
"Xiaoxiao is still with the Dragon Clan. Though her bloodline is not as strong as mine, it is extremely pure. She has already evolved into a true Eight-Winged Flying Dragon!" Long Teng transmitted.
"That is good!"
Su Mo's eyes immediately lit up. It seemed that Xiaoxiao's accomplishments would not be much worse than Long Teng's.
"Palace Master, after the martial contest ends, we can speak again!" Long Teng transmitted once more, then flashed away and flew outward.
Su Mo felt helpless. Long Teng had directly conceded, yet this had instead pushed him into the eye of the storm.
After pondering briefly, he did not remain to challenge Demon Master directly either, and flew away from White Jade Mountain.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
In an instant, the two of them landed on their respective viewing stands.
As soon as the two emerged, the venue quickly fell silent, and everyone looked toward them.
"Long Teng, what are you doing? Why did you concede?" Gloomy Dragon God asked with a dark expression. Long Teng's direct concession had made him feel as though he had lost face.
Hearing this, Long Teng's mind raced. He had to find