After sleeping for about a day and a night, Yang Tian finally woke up and opened his eyes.
During this period of time, he had passively used up a lot of his brain power, and the energy in his body had also been greatly depleted. This sleep had finally allowed him to catch his breath and feel a hundred times more energetic.
Yang Tian was really not used to the absence of the Flying Cloud High Priest.
He rolled his eyes and looked at the spacious space. Then, he sat up.
“Squeak Squeak!”
At this moment, the little azure dragon’s Cry suddenly sounded. Then, a green shadow flashed and landed on Yang Tian’s shoulder.
With the little azure dragon by his side, Yang Tian would not feel lonely anymore.
After scratching the little Azure Dragon’s head, Yang Tian walked down the stone platform and began to count the beast cores.
Previously, he had found a purple beast core and wanted to ask the high priest Feiyun about it, but something like that had happened.
