"If you won't go, you'll have to go anyway."
Chen Xun's tone remained calm, but his words allowed no doubt. "Believe it or not, with a single word from me, your Torch Dragon Nest will appear in the Five Aggregates Immortal Domain tomorrow."
"Then... let's go." Torch Dragon sighed mournfully.
Half a day earlier.
It had still been viciously spewing dragon breath at a little black ox, only to be pinned down by a single glance, unable to move. It was as though it had taken a trip through Ghost Gate, so now it behaved...
"Hehe, sensible." Chen Xun smiled and leisurely took a sip of Life-Nourishing Tea.
And the 'Primordial Divine Herb' that the strongest cultivators of the entire Taichu Gorge region were risking their lives to fight over lay right beneath his tea table.
The Black Bull had gone off to comprehend the Dao. Taichu Gorge contained the most primordial formations of heaven and earth in the Immortal Realm, and that was why the Heng Clan enjoyed such long lifespans. They simply had not cultivated the Dao of formations, choosing instead to cultivate their Primordial Spirits.
"Impudent! What cultivator dares remain here?!"
At that moment, an incredulous roar suddenly came from afar. "Torch Dragon?!"
Chen Xun rose to his feet and cast an indifferent glance over. "Little Scarlet, Torch Dragon, let's go. There's no need to involve ourselves in the disputes of juniors."
Torch Dragon jolted, staring eagerly at the tea table. Senior Chen Xun, that was a Primordial Divine Medicine!!
"Go."
"Trying to leave?!" A deep voice carried unyielding resolve, like a sharp arrow piercing the stagnant air in an instant.
A cultivator suddenly charged over from the distance. Wave after wave of terrifying Primordial Spirit fluctuations shook the skies, seeking to bore straight into Torch Dragon's