Although the Dragon Race had gradually declined since the Dragon-Han Catastrophe, it remained one of the foremost powers in the Primordial World, with wealth to spare. Before long, Bi'an returned to Ao Yue with a fruit basket and said respectfully, "Eldest Brother, I've chosen everything. These are the finest Spirit Fruits in the treasury, and I've packed several jars of dragon milk as well. However..."
"However what?" Ao Yue asked, his back still turned as he examined the three Numinous Treasures in his hands.
"However, none of our clanspeople at the Great Immortal or Taiyi Golden Immortal level have recently given birth, so all this dragon milk came from clanspeople with Golden Immortal cultivation." As he spoke, Bi'an lowered his head and presented the fruit basket to Ao Yue.
Ao Yue said nothing. He put away the Numinous Treasures, then turned and accepted the fruit basket. Looking down, he saw that it indeed contained the Dragon Palace's finest Spirit Fruits, along with several jars that had been shrunk by magic.
"Good. Well done." A flash of purple light flickered in Ao Yue's hand as he put the fruit basket away too.
"Thank you for your praise, Eldest Brother."
"You were injured at Mount Buzhou earlier. How are your injuries now?"
"They haven't fully healed yet, but I should be fine after another thousand years. Thank you for your concern, Eldest Brother," Bi'an answered with his head lowered.
"Great Shaman Jiu Feng. I've long heard how arrogant and domineering she is, relying on her powerful magic to look down on every living being except the Ancestral Witches. Even in the Heavenly Court, quite a few Demon Gods turn pale at the mention of her name. It seems the rumors were true. If I encounter her again, I'll make her settle this