The Oriole Reaped Another Harvest, a Spatial Ancient Treasure; World-Shaking Rumors, Five Years Gone By

The Azure Abyss Outer Sea was vast and desolate.

An old man in scarlet robes, sporting a goatee, stood respectfully before the delicate-featured Single-Horned Flood Dragon Cultivator, who stood with his hands behind his back.

His face was pale, clearly an aftereffect of opening his Nascent Soul to receive the Demon Curse, yet he still forced out a fawning smile.

Inside, he was utterly despondent, bitter to the extreme. He simply could not understand how a repeatedly analyzed, meticulously planned,

highly promising treasure raid had ended up like this.

Of the two of them, one had lost his fleshly body and fled with only his Nascent Soul, while the other was bound to a demon, half his freedom gone-a miserable, wretched, pitiful end-

Despite lamenting inwardly, under the Single-Horned Flood Dragon Cultivator's gaze, he respectfully took out a bulging Storage Bag and a Spirit Beast Bag. He carefully offered them to the cultivator. "My lord, both young masters and all the treasures from the cave abode are here-every last one unharmed."

The Single-Horned Flood Dragon Cultivator looked coldly at True Lord Sea-Sweeper. Without speaking or showing any expression, he casually beckoned, drawing both bags toward him.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Both landed in his hand.

Had Lin Chang been present, however, his keen, meticulous powers of observation would have noticed that the Spirit Beast Bag traveled distinctly faster, and that the Single-Horned Flood Dragon Cultivator's peripheral gaze lingered on it longer.

This showed that the flood dragon was not quite as indifferent as he appeared.

His soul power entered both bags simultaneously. Only after a moment did he give a slight nod.

He also took out a medicinal spirit flower about three inches tall.

Its appearance was rather extraordinary. The blossom resembled a candle flame and shimmered with green light. Its surface