Su Shi'er swept his gaze past the spirit turtle and settled it on Cloud Dragon.
"I came here this time for Cloud Dragon!"
Cloud Dragon, in the form of a child, trembled slightly.
His eyes brimmed with vigilance as he looked at Su Shi'er. "Master, you were looking for Little Dragon. May I ask what for?"
He had originally believed that, with his cultivation having advanced, even if he was no match for Su Shi'er, he would at least be capable of fighting him.
So long as they met again, he would have more room to negotiate.
Yet he had not expected that when they met again now, the aura emanating from Su Shi'er already belonged to a Spirit Severing stage cultivator.
This forced him to hurriedly rein in the arrogance in his heart.
Over these years of contact with Su Shi'er, whether through what he had personally witnessed or what he had learned from the spirit turtle, he had come to understand Su Shi'er a little more deeply.
At the same time, his own mind had grown more mature.
Before he had absolute certainty, he no longer dared reveal the slightest irregularity before Su Shi'er.
Should it invite killing intent, he had no doubt that Su Shi'er would kill him without the slightest hesitation.
Besides, facing Su Shi'er this time, he felt a faint, oppressive pressure.
That pressure did not come entirely from the disparity in their cultivation realms.
It also carried a trace of pressure from the aura of his own kind!
The demonic dragon that had died back then had possessed a cultivation realm far above his own.
Setting aside its demonic corruption, it had itself been a true member of the dragon race. In terms of bloodline, it might even have been somewhat stronger than Cloud