At this moment, Ao Zhantian first felt somewhat heavy-hearted, thinking Shui Mingzi's actions were rather lacking in righteousness. Yet immediately afterward, he felt relieved. After all, everyone thought differently. Shui Mingzi had not shared Ao Zhantian's experiences on Dragon Island. Ao Zhantian could not demand that Shui Mingzi be grateful to Xiao Hua, much less demand that Shui Mingzi, like himself, devote his whole heart to saving Xiao Hua.
Yet after flying for another quarter of an hour, with a vast lake ahead whose waters were like crystal blocks, incomparably translucent, Ao Zhantian was just about to ask Shui Mingzi something when his heart suddenly jolted. An indescribable chill rose from its depths. Oh no! Shui Mingzi made it clear just now that he carries the bloodline of the Demon Race from Ancient Bell Mountain and has deep ties with the great demons there. With Ancient Bell Mountain as his backing, Shui Mingzi might not be able to summon wind and rain at will within the Sacred Realm of a Thousand Demons, but he certainly should not be attacked by demons everywhere he goes as he is now. Besides, if Shui Mingzi wanted to cooperate with me, why had he not said so earlier, waiting until now to speak? Could it be... his original plan was not this? Then what had his original plan been?
Roar... Just as Ao Zhantian had expected, an enraged roar sounded from the depths of the pool. A towering column of water burst from the lake, and a water beast several dozen zhang tall came treading across the waves! Its ferocious aura already blanketed everything within several miles.
"Immortal friend..." Ao Zhantian habitually turned to urge the python-dragon Xiao Hua had transformed into. But as the water beast approached, the python-dragon merely gave it a