The Flood Dragon King's enormous dark-gold vertical pupils, like lanterns, slowly turned as they swept over the four of them, faint amusement lurking in its eyes.
"Why are you all so tense?"
"When you humans settled your old grudges, this king never intervened. This woman has already been defeated. Her divine soul would have perished at your hands sooner or later anyway. This king merely helped you resolve a trivial matter."
How could such perfunctory words possibly convince anyone?
Yuan Rong's gaze upon the Flood Dragon King grew increasingly cold.
"Flood Dragon King, you had best hand over Ji Yue's divine soul and leave. Whatever conflicts arise among us humans have nothing to do with you."
"And if this king refuses to hand over her divine soul? What then?" the Flood Dragon King said.
Yuan Rong seemed momentarily at a loss for words. His eyes shifted as he looked at Song Wen and Feng Zhongli, then at Xuan Li in the distance. The atmosphere abruptly turned somewhat oppressive.
By this time, Song Wen had already arrived beside Feng Zhongli and asked quietly, "Fellow Daoist Feng, thank you for helping me just now. Are you all right?"
Feng Zhongli shook her head.
"I'm fine. My spiritual power merely circulated too intensely for a moment, and my body had difficulty bearing it. I've already recovered."
"That's good." At this point, Song Wen suddenly switched to a divine-sense transmission. "Be wary of the Flood Dragon King. It likely will not let us leave so easily."
"Mm." Feng Zhongli gave a muffled sound through her nose.
"Fellow Daoist Feng, Fellow Daoist Yang Yu, how about the three of us join forces from here on?" Xuan Li's voice suddenly rang in Song Wen and Feng Zhongli's minds. She, too, was using divine-sense transmission.
Clearly, Xuan