Now, Can We Have a Proper Talk?

Dragon Duke and Snake Granny fled with their granddaughter Meng Yiran, like startled birds, quickly putting distance between themselves and Cao Kun's group.

Only after running several miles and confirming no one was chasing them did the three stop beside a secluded stream, gasping for breath.

"Grandpa, Grandma, that big man just now... he was terrifying!" Meng Yiran patted her chest, still shaken.

Zhao Wuji's aura, like that of a Primeval Beast, had left a deep mark on her.

Dragon Duke Meng Shu's face was grim. His grip tightened slightly on his dragon-headed cane, turning his knuckles white.

He had roamed the Soul Master World for years. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

To be scared off by a junior's sheer presence—if word got out, he would never live it down.

"A Level 90 Quasi-Titled Douluo... and that Martial Soul was certainly no Great Strength Vajra Bear of legend!"

Meng Shu's voice was low. "Since when did Immovable King Zhao Wuji possess such strength?"

"And that young man who never said a word—I couldn't read him at all... There's nothing simple about that group!"

Snake Granny Chao Tianxiang's brows were knitted too. "Old man, we lost this one. That thousand-year Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent is out of reach. Fortunately, Yiran is still young. We can find her another suitable Soul Beast."

"That's all we can do."

Meng Shu sighed, though unwillingness flashed in his eyes. "But swallowing this insult... Forget it. They have the upper hand."

"Zhao Wuji's strength is unfathomable. If we fought, we might not come out ahead."

"What's more, I can't shake the feeling that young man in white... is even more dangerous."

As the two spoke quietly and tried to settle their nerves, something unexpected happened!

The stream beside them rippled without warning, as though stirred