After thanking him a couple of times, Meng Yiran immediately took out a dagger and thrust it into the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent's eye. Then she sat on the ground and began absorbing the spirit ring. The entire process went smoothly.
Yang Jian stood to one side, watching in boredom.
The Serpent Lady stood guard not far away, vigilantly observing the surroundings.
"Yang Jian."
After a while, the Serpent Lady walked over with her cane. Her gaze lingered on Yang Jian for a moment before she suddenly asked, "Young friend, you don't look ordinary. Which faction are you from?"
Yang Jian did not hide it. "Spirit Hall."
At those words, the Serpent Lady's pupils contracted slightly.
She examined Yang Jian again and quietly extended her Soul Power senses.
She discovered that his cultivation had actually reached level fifty!
Her expression became subtle. This boy looked about the same age as Yiran, yet he had already reached level fifty. When had Spirit Hall produced such a monstrous genius?
"This old woman failed to recognize Mount Tai." The Serpent Lady's attitude became more courteous. "So you are a genius of Spirit Hall."
As soon as she finished speaking, a deep, powerful voice came from the woods.
"Did you catch up to it?"
A burly old man strode out from the forest. His full head of white hair stood upright like steel needles, and he had a square face, thick brows, and large eyes. An imposing aura radiated from him even without anger.
He held a heavy iron staff topped with a dragon's head.
The Dragon Duke, Meng Shu.
The Serpent Lady briefly explained what had just happened.
After hearing her out, the Dragon Duke looked at Yang Jian and cupped his fists. "Young friend, you have acted honorably. We have been hunting that