The direction of the Earth Dragon.
It was exactly where Xu Feng's Precious Mirror had pointed last time.
It matched Daoist Panlong's findings.
But when Xu Feng brought up the Dragon-Head Miasma, it was Daoist Panlong's turn to fall silent.
It was the first time Xu Feng had ever seen Coiling Dragon Daoist at a loss for words.
"Why so quiet, Daoist Master?" Xu Feng asked.
Daoist Panlong looked at him. "I thought everyone around here was a toad. I didn't expect you to be a Golden Toad."
"I misjudged you."
"What do you mean by that?" Xu Feng asked.
"I didn't expect you to be able to see the Dragon-Head Miasma," Daoist Panlong said. "You truly are different from ordinary people."
He did not answer directly. Instead, he spoke around the point. "I'm only second-rate. First-rate feats are beyond me. So you'll have to deal with the Dragon-Head Miasma yourself. Aren't you a Corpse Sewer?
"If you can sew up the Dragon-Head Miasma, then you won't be just a toad anymore.
"You'll be a toad that can grow into a Mountain Lord."
"Wait, Daoist Master. Hold on a moment," Xu Feng said. "I'm a little confused."
Xu Feng motioned for Daoist Panlong to stop and returned to the matter of toads. "I don't understand what you're saying. What do you mean by 'second-rate'? And what's all this about toads?"
That was the main thing.
A toad was a toad.
A Mountain Lord was a tiger.
How could a toad grow into a tiger?
So Xu Feng asked again, "My knowledge is limited, but I have another question.
"Apart from Grandpa Li, I've never met anyone like you. You walk as fast as a galloping horse, and with one swing of your hoe, you can destroy an Earth Vein that