"Please, elaborate!"
"Spill it out, Junjun. Don't leave us hanging."
Yang Jing and the others were all looking at Cultivator Junjun with bright, shiny, expectant eyes.
"It's hard to explain it right now since it would involve the expert. Let's return to the Fallen Immortal Mountain first," said Cultivator Junjun.
Then, without delay, everyone embarked on the return journey. Along the way, no matter how much Yang Jing and the others pestered Cultivator Junjun for an answer, his lips remained sealed.
After arriving at the Fallen Immortal Mountains, Goddess Nuwa could not help but say solemnly, "Old Jun, you're not going to ask the expert to take action, right? Of course, it'd be a cinch for him to take down the Mirage Dragon, but I must stop you if you plan to trouble him!"
"What are you talking about? Do you think I'm that stupid?" Cultivator Junjun rolled his eyes. He would not dare to do that even if he went insane. "Just wait and see."
