The Taoist harbored thoughts of Pure Yang, his overwhelming ideas infiltrating all directions, and unbeknownst to others, the magnetic field above Sea Dragon City had already been entirely eroded and controlled by Yi Chen.
At this moment, behind Falling Dragon Mountain, a woman wearing a Peach Blossom Mask was sitting idly by the cliff's edge, dangling her legs. Atop the unveiled fangs of an Exotic Beast, that resembled a 'hippopotamus,' two hollowed-out large persimmons were embedded, its mouth continuously opening and closing with an "aba aba" sound.
Compared to when Yi Chen left, this Exotic Beast had apparently grown a bit leaner.
The stars were plentiful in the sky, as a breeze suddenly swept through, a jade white palm suddenly reached out, and Yuan Jun looked up towards the sky, puzzled.
"Eh, why does something feel off?"
