As He Pingsheng listened to the Dragon Race Unbound Immortal's pleas, he kept his gaze and divine sense on Gu Miaochen.
After assuming the [Witch God's Golden Body], Gu Miaochen was practically invincible.
With nothing but her Mahayana Emperor Realm cultivation, she actually challenged an Unbound Immortal.
More importantly, she traded blows evenly without falling behind.
At that moment, He Pingsheng finally understood why the Witch Race could hold firmly to its position as the foremost divine race in the entire Spirit Realm despite having no Unbound Immortals.
Gu Miaochen could keep fighting, but Feng Xian clearly could not.
Each move cost her a hundred thousand years of lifespan.
After exchanging a few blows, Feng Xian lost her composure.
"Fellow Daoist Ao Cheng, why haven't you made your move?" Feng Xian asked.
Ao Cheng did not answer.
Under Gu Miaochen's attacks, Feng Xian could only flee in panic.
She could not fight anymore.
If she kept fighting, she would have no lifespan left.
But even if Feng Xian no longer wanted to fight, how could Gu Miaochen let her off so easily?
One chasing and the other fleeing, the two soon vanished from sight.
"Ahem..." Before He Pingsheng, the Dragon Race Unbound Immortal gave a couple of dry coughs. "Fellow Daoist He, this is the greatest sincerity our Dragon Race can offer!"
"Very well!" He Pingsheng nodded. "I, He Pingsheng, have always kept my word. But I have a third condition!"
"I hear your Dragon Race belongs to water among the five elements. Surely your race possesses some of the ten great varieties of Innate True Water?"
"Yes!" Ao Cheng hurriedly nodded. "Our Dragon Race has three streams of true water in total. If you need them, Fellow Daoist He, we can offer all three to you with both hands!"