So long as the Dragon Emperor's lingering will did not emerge, Fang Yun was the current master of Dragon City.
After quite a while, Ao Che said, "Mr. Fang Yun, how about you go take a look at Two Worlds Mountain? Great Sage Shu Huan has already set out with Ancestral Suppression Mountain. He has probably made his move by now."
"No hurry." Most of Fang Yun's attention remained focused on absorbing the power of the Dragon Emperor Platform.
Some of the saints grew anxious. That was the Dragon Emperor Platform, a matter concerning the Dragon Race. Even if there was power within it, it should not be allowed to be absorbed by a member of the Human Race.
The power of a single Dragon Emperor Platform was enough to cultivate a great number of Dragon Sages.
But Fang Yun was clearly impervious to reason, like a hardened rogue sitting atop the Dragon Emperor Platform. No one could do anything to him.
Ao Zhen suddenly sneered. "Ao Hui, Ao Xian, Ao Han, you three Great Sages were so impassioned before. Why don't you even dare let out a fart now?"
The saints felt as though they had been granted amnesty. They suddenly found Ao Zhen immensely pleasing to the eye. Whoever he cursed, at least he had put an end to the awkward atmosphere.
Ao Hui and Ao Han did not change expression, as if they had not heard Ao Zhen at all. However, Ao Xian could not quite hold himself back. "Ao Zhen, this matter is still unclear. Of course we cannot make rash judgments. Stop trying to sow discord."
"Is that so? Then I'll take everything you said earlier as nothing but farting!" Ao Zhen chuckled, venting all his previous resentment.
Ao Xian angrily said, "Then you solve