Jun Mochen had already arrived in Golden Roc City. As though the matter had nothing to do with him, he assumed an attitude of obeying the Azure Abyss Black Tortoise Clan's arrangements.
A puppet—nothing could have described him more aptly.
Though the Azure Abyss Black Tortoise Clan was following the prophecy left behind by their ancestors, they looked down on the Human Race from the depths of their hearts. They also looked down on Jun Mochen and the others; their gazes toward them brimmed with contempt.
Jun Mochen paid no heed to any of it.
He waited. Before long, he finally received the news, and the corners of his mouth curved upward slightly.
It's done, he said inwardly.
Qin Luo, Qin Luo, I really should thank you. Without you, I would never even have known that a race called the Black Prison Nether Dragon existed.
Still, I never expected you to deceive even the Azure Abyss Black Tortoise's tortoise-shell divination. It seems you truly have some skill.
It was from Qin Luo that he had learned of the Black Prison Nether Dragons.
It was from the Azure Abyss Black Tortoise Clan that he had learned some of the Black Prison Nether Dragons' secrets.
Then, he had gotten an idea and sent the Shadow Demon Tiger to pay the Black Prison Nether Dragon Clan a visit. Sure enough, the identity of an Immortal Ascension Road guardian was exceptionally useful.
The Black Prison Nether Dragons would not fully believe what the Shadow Demon Tiger told them, but neither did they dare disbelieve it, because they had no way to verify it.
Unless they went to the Immortal Ascension Road—either crossing it and becoming immortals, or dying upon it.
Trying to verify something was harder than climbing to the heavens.
Besides, there were