A few days later, Zhao Fu and the others stopped in a city. This was already the very center of the Chaos World, where powerful experts could be seen everywhere. The buildings were lavish, and the streets were more crowded and bustling.
Blood Flying Fish happened to run into an acquaintance—a long-bearded old man in a robe, with the air of an immortal sage.
This old man was named Feng Xu. His cultivation had reached the Void Realm, and he was the son of Blood Flying Fish's former friend.
He was also very surprised to see Blood Flying Fish, as he had received word that she had already fallen. He had never expected to encounter her again.
Blood Flying Fish was equally surprised. She remembered the old man as a youth back then, yet he had now become an old man. The two spoke for a while and caught up on what had happened to each other.
Blood Flying Fish also learned that her former friend had passed away. She sighed inwardly, but she also received some useful news—news concerning the bronze fragments.
Feng Xu's father, Blood Flying Fish's friend, had once obtained a bronze fragment as well. It was extraordinarily hard, and no one knew what it was. Feeling that it was far from ordinary, his father had kept it all along.
The fragment was no longer in Feng Xu's possession. His father had been killed by an Ancient Demon Dragon, and everything on him had fallen into that Ancient Demon Dragon's hands. It was a notorious evil dragon that loved to pillage and slaughter everywhere, and it had amassed countless treasures.
That Ancient Demon Dragon had once been a Great Power Realm existence. After so much time had passed, it was likely even more terrifying now—perhaps it had