"How is it, fellow Daoist? Are you satisfied with this map?"
After taking inventory, Ao Ping tucked the Spatial Ring away into his own Spatial Ring with immense satisfaction, then turned to Ye Lin with a smile.
"Not bad."
Ye Lin nodded lightly.
This map was indeed quite good.
At the very least, he could now see exactly where he was.
But there was no getting around the Nether Dragon Clan.
The map showed that the Nether Dragon Clan's territory lay along the stretch ahead of Yun Province, forming a long line that coiled around the outer perimeter of the Nether Sea.
If he wanted to enter Yun Province, he would have to pass through the Nether Dragon Clan's territory.
That was somewhat troublesome.
"This is the territory of the Torch Dragon Clan, and you... who exactly are you?"
Ye Lin narrowed his eyes at Ao Ping before him.
The surname Ao seemed to be one that only True Dragons could use, didn't it?
Ao Ping dared bear that surname, and this was the territory of the Torch Dragon Clan. The man was clearly of dragonkind as well.
Ye Lin had already roughly guessed his true identity.
But he still had to ask.
"Hahaha, fellow Daoist, since you already have the answer in your heart, why ask?"
Ao Ping laughed heartily. Rather than answer Ye Lin's question, he turned to look toward the open ground ahead.
At this moment, the wedding had begun.
A proud-faced young man radiating an air of nobility stood there with his chest thrust out and his head held high, looking exceedingly arrogant.
He even kept both hands behind his back, as though no one he looked at pleased him.
Beside him stood a delicate, pitiful-looking woman.
Standing at his side, her entire body trembled continuously,