Old Friends Reunited

Even though the ice dragon was submerged in the water again, the enthusiastic atmosphere in the venue showed no signs of diminishing.

Jimo Qing sat in the first row, coldly observing those around him who had gone mad because of a dragon.

He now somewhat understood his father's instructions: those connected to the slaughter of the young dragon were indeed not people worth befriending.

He somewhat regretted putting the invitation up for auction at his own auction house.

The Gong Household, now surrounded by flowers and brocade, had no idea when they might fall into an abyss!

"Why didn't the eldest young master participate in the auction today? If he had won a few dragon bones to forge a sword, wouldn't he have obtained a sword even better than Floating River's?" The head of the Gong Household deliberately approached, trying to curry favor with the major powers of the Immortal Spirit Realm, now that the ice dragon had been removed.

The head of the Gong Household was aware of the abilities of this eldest son of the Jimo Household. Although their Gong Household also had some influence in Qing Zhou, they were overwhelmed by Ten Thousand Daos Born.

If they could be on good terms with the Jimo Household, it would be of immense help to them in their future counterattack against Ten Thousand Daos Born.

Unfortunately, he chose the wrong person; Jimo Qing is not someone you can get to know just by saying a few nice words.

So, the refined-looking male cultivator in blue simply returned a polite smile, "Gong Household possesses a Dragon Race treasure. Even without our Jimo Household's participation in the bidding, he will still reap considerable rewards. So what difference does it make whether our Jimo Household intervenes or not?"

"Young Master, you are right. I also hope that you can forge an even better sword! I heard that you gave Floating River to one of your young ladies a few days ago. My boys were quite disappointed when they found out that Floating River had a master!" The Gong Household head continued to chat with Jimo Qing with a smile.

But these words made Jimo Qing feel extremely nauseous.

The Gong Household are just a bunch of useless good-for-nothings who only have some ability because of their Lineage's inheritance. What are they regretting now that Floating River has a master? Even without Sang Ying, the Floating River Sword would hang in the All Under Heaven Pavilion for its entire life and would never look at those good-for-nothings!

However, since he was now on the Gong Household's territory, Jimo Qing refrained from swearing.

Too lazy to waste any more words with the head of the Gong Household, Jimo Qing glanced over and caught sight of a familiar figure from behind.

Seeing the direction the other person left in, Jimo Qing's heart skipped a beat.

He quickly interrupted the Gong Household head's incessant chatter, saying apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I just saw a friend. Please allow me to go and say hello!"

The head of the Gong Household showed a momentary look of displeasure, but he quickly recovered and said with a cheerful smile, "Then you may go. I won't bother you any longer."

Jimo Qing certainly didn't miss the other person's sudden change of expression, but he didn't care at all whether the person would be angry. After all, in his opinion, the Gong Household was not qualified to challenge the Jimo Household!

So, after bidding farewell to the other party, Jimo Qing chased after the figure from before.

Following Jiang Zhuoxue's directions, Sang Ying headed towards Cang Lian. If Jiang Zhuoxue hadn't been exceptionally sensitive to the aura of the Dragon Race, Sang Ying would never have imagined that there was actually a bunker beneath this manor!

Cang Lian was imprisoned in the water dungeon beneath the bunker.

"He seems to have suffered a serious injury; the smell of blood is getting stronger." The further down Jiang Zhuoxue went, the stronger the scent became.

To prevent the ice dragon from escaping, the Gong Household invested heavily in guarding Cang Lian.

If it weren't for Jiang Zhuoxue's powerful Divine Sense, Sang Ying probably wouldn't have been able to avoid these layers of patrols.

Fortunately, she was lucky. With Jiang Zhuoxue's reminder and her own quick thinking, Sang Ying finally managed to infiltrate the last level of the bunker.

But upon reaching the final floor, Sang Ying faced a major problem.

"Those two seem to have considerable cultivation levels; it won't be so easy to lure them away." Sang Ying looked at the two guards, a hint of nervousness creeping in.

She didn't have much time left. If she couldn't deliver the item to Cang Lian the Gong Household tied him to the Dragon-Slaying Platform, it wouldn't be so easy to save him.

"Don't worry, have you forgotten we have a helper?" Jiang Zhuoxue tapped Sang Ying's Storage Bag with her tail, and a black vine quietly crawled out.

Right, how could she forget that Green Vine was a "henchman" trained by the Blood-Robed Devil Dragon!

Moments later, the two guards were completely wrapped in vines and hanging upside down from the beam, unable to move at all.

Ignoring everything else, Sang Ying rushed to the iron bars and whispered, "Cang Lian, Cang Lian! Wake up!"

The ice dragon in the water seemed to have fainted, remaining completely still. Sang Ying could only take out the dragon scales he had given her before and wave them at him.

The aura of the dragon scales quickly attracted Cang Lian's attention, but the moment he turned around and saw Sang Ying, his pupils contracted, and the next second his sharp nails stabbed straight at Sang Ying.

It seemed that Sang Ying could be splattered with blood on the spot at any moment.

Cang Lian's reaction startled Sang Ying, but before his claws could land, Sang Ying realized the problem.

"It's me! It's me, Sang Ying!" Sang Ying narrowly avoided the attack, and when she raised her head again, she had returned to her original appearance.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you!"

Only at this moment did Cang Lian's numb expression soften slightly. He stared intently at Sang Ying's face, his gaze shifting between the dragon scales and her features, as if trying to confirm whether the person before him was truly his friend.

But Sang Ying had no time to explain anymore, so she took out an Ice Lotus and handed it to him. "See this? I gave you this before."

That's Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Lotus!

Cang Lian struggled to pull the Ice Lotus into her claws through the narrow gap.

He looked at the Ice Lotus, and his enormous dragon eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

"It's you, I remember you. You're my friend!" Only now did he finally realize that his old friend had come to his rescue.

Sang Ying had never seen Cang Lian like this before. In her memory, the Ice Flood Dragon was always proud and noble, but at this moment, what stood before her seemed not to be a noble dragon, but just a pitiful creature.

"Quick, take this!" With no time left for them to reminisce, Sang Ying hurriedly shoved two array plates into his hands, earnestly instructing him, "When they pull you up again, use the blue array plate to escape from the cage first."

"Remember those people who wanted your dragon horns and dragon heart? Go and beat them up, whether they die or are injured, but do it before they can react. After you're done, use the green array plate to escape from here!"

"And one more thing," Sang Ying squeezed his cold hand, "Before you leave, don't forget to say a few words to the Gong Household. They gave you such a generous gift; it would be a real shame if you didn't reciprocate!"

Cang Lian looked down at her friend, only to see two sparks suddenly ignite in his eyes.