Refugees and Jiang Yiming's Beloved

Luo Water Lake.

On an unnamed deserted island.

Yellow Heaven Daoist gazed at the White Horned Dragon before him.

The White Horned Dragon had originally possessed a savage gaze, but with Yellow Heaven Daoist's arrival, it immediately grew somewhat quieter, and its eyes became docile as well.

The next moment.

Yellow Heaven Daoist took one step forward and instantly appeared before the White Horned Dragon.

Then his palm landed on the White Horned Dragon's head.

Seeing this, the young man beside him immediately grew somewhat nervous.

He knew what he and his master were doing.

It was an undertaking capable of overturning the Great Xia Dynasty.

Once they did this, the two of them would have only the slimmest chance of survival.

To this day, he still did not know whether what he and his master were about to do was right or wrong.

Various thoughts flashed through his mind. Distracting thoughts began to multiply in his heart, and for a moment his emotions became lost, while his state of mind fell into complete disarray.

Just then.

"Xiao Wuque!!" Yellow Heaven Daoist slowly spoke, uttering a name.

Hearing those three words, the young man beside him immediately came to his senses.

"Xiao Wuque?" His tone was astonished.

Yellow Heaven Daoist nodded. "It's him!"

"Master, then what should we do?" the young man asked nervously.

"He discovered us but didn't make a move. That's somewhat troublesome!" Yellow Heaven Daoist murmured, a contemplative expression appearing on his face.

"Yes!" The young man carrying a longsword marked with the Eight Trigrams also nodded, then continued, "I heard that among the Martial Saint's disciples, Xiao Wuque has the greatest talent and potential, and is the most likely to become the second Martial Saint."

Hearing his disciple say this, Yellow Heaven Daoist could not help