At that moment, Long Xiaoyao slowly emerged from the pile of rubble below.
Although there were no visible wounds on his body, his aura had grown somewhat erratic, and a trace of blood seemed to linger at the corner of his mouth.
"Great Enshrined!" The three members of the Holy Spirit Cult hurried over. They were so shocked that they no longer bothered concealing their identities. Their gazes brimmed with terror as they looked at Tian Chen, with even a faint trace of reverence mixed in.
Long Xiaoyao waved a hand to indicate that he was fine, then looked with a complicated expression at Tian Chen, who was being supported by the Ice Empress.
"Young fellow! You won. To be honest, I've never seen a genius like you. In my two hundred years of life, I've encountered more geniuses than I can count, but only after meeting you did I understand just how vast this world truly is!"
"Rest assured! I'll fulfill the three favors I promised you!" As he spoke, the Darkness Sacred Dragon behind Long Xiaoyao spat out a token.
"This token was made from one of my dragon scales. When you need me, inject soul power into it, and I'll carry out those three favors for you. But let me make one thing clear first: if your request crosses my bottom line, you'll have to forgive me for refusing." Long Xiaoyao tossed the token toward Tian Chen.
Tian Chen raised a hand and caught it. "Don't worry, Senior Long! I'll remember what you said."
"Good. Then I'll take my leave!" Long Xiaoyao flicked his black robes and prepared to depart.
But Zhou Bojun called out to stop him. "But, Senior, if we leave just like this, it'll be difficult to explain ourselves to the Supreme Cult Leader!"