Yang Zhen had just reached the side of the Nine Dragons Saint when he found the venerable figure pale-faced, half-kneeling on the ground with a look of shock in his eyes.
Around the Nine Dragons Saint, a burnt smell slowly wafted through the air. Yang Zhen wrinkled his brow at the scent and glared at the Nine Dragons Saint, asking, "Buddy, why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night? What are you tinkering with here?"
By now, many people had been aroused, even Hua Youyue and Liu Ruoning had come out.
The two women exchanged glances and slowly moved to stand beside Yang Zhen, looking towards the Nine Dragons Saint.
The Nine Dragons Saint himself seemed to realize something was amiss and, with a bitter smile on his face, bowed to Yang Zhen, saying, "Lord Yang, Holy Maiden Hua, Sect Leader Liu, fellow Daoists, I apologize for disturbing everyone's cultivation."
