Finally, Someone Woke Me

The many legends surrounding Crouching Dragon Mountain could no longer be verified, but there was no doubt about its former glory and power.

That day, a man and an ox arrived at Crouching Dragon Mountain.

They were Zhou Cheng and Little Ox.

It was not Zhou Cheng who had wanted to come; Little Ox had insisted on bringing him here for a look.

Zhou Cheng had always felt that Little Ox's purpose in bringing him to Crouching Dragon Mountain was not so simple.

Zhou Cheng had also heard some of the legends about Crouching Dragon Mountain.

Could it be that, as the legends claimed, Crouching Dragon Mountain truly held treasures left behind by the Dragon Clan's progenitor and the Dragon Clan's supreme cultivation arts?

Looking at Crouching Dragon Mountain stretching across the land in the distance for millions of li, Zhou Cheng could not help asking, "Senior, does Crouching Dragon Mountain truly possess supreme treasures of the Dragon Clan?"

To his surprise, Little Ox gave a grunt. "That's right."

Zhou Cheng was stunned.

He had not held out much hope to begin with, yet Little Ox had said there really were such treasures.

"There really are?" Zhou Cheng swallowed.

If even Little Ox acknowledged them as supreme treasures of the Dragon Clan, then they were undoubtedly earth-shaking treasures.

Little Ox cast Zhou Cheng a sidelong glance, too lazy to answer again. Then it started forward on bovine hooves toward Crouching Dragon Mountain, and Zhou Cheng hurried after it.

"Senior, what kind of treasure is inside Crouching Dragon Mountain?" Zhou Cheng was immensely curious.

Little Ox stared at Crouching Dragon Mountain, its eyes seeming to pierce through to the space at its deepest depths. "If it is yours, you will know when the time comes. If it is not yours, knowing