Inside the palace.
Standing before the frozen wall, feeling the chilling cold seeping from the ice.
Jiang Ning raised his head and threw a punch.
Boom—
As his fist landed, the ice shattered instantly. Then he took out the blue-black scale embedded within it.
"Old Turtle, sense it. How many years of cultivation did the owner of this scale have?"
"Yes, my lord!" Old Softshell immediately replied.
Then it took the blue-black scale from Jiang Ning's hand and gave it a careful sniff.
"Reporting to my lord, around three hundred years of cultivation as well!"
Jiang Ning nodded slightly at this.
Looks like the demons here aren't particularly advanced in their cultivation, he silently mused.
Old Softshell and that electric eel had both possessed over two hundred years of cultivation, yet neither had been able to put up the slightest resistance before him.
Over three hundred years of cultivation was merely several dozen to a hundred years more than Old Softshell and that electric eel. Its strength could at most rival a fifth-rank Inner-Strengthening Realm martial artist, and most likely still fell short of him.
Afterward.
Keeping his Heavenly Eye activated, he swept his gaze around. His eyes abruptly narrowed.
Old Softshell, which had been secretly watching him, noticed the subtle change in his expression.
"My lord, have you discovered something new again?"
Old Softshell secretly tucked that blue scale into its shell, then paddled its limbs and hurried over.
"There is a new discovery!" A smile appeared on Jiang Ning's lips.
With his Heavenly Eye, he saw that beneath the earth covering the ruins, there was still a fish hidden there—a palm-sized fish.
His figure flashed.
He arrived above where that fish was hiding.
"Old Turtle, dig down one zhang!" Jiang Ning said.
"Right away!!" Seeing that Jiang Ning