At the mention of the Dragon Race's mighty figure, Fang Liang's expression turned solemn.
Ji Xianshen said calmly, "It's fine. I've also become a Pseudo-Sage. I'll deal with him. The Dragon Race will be handed over to the Heavenly Court. I have too little power in my hands. This mission cannot be made public."
Pseudo-Sage?
Fang Liang sized him up and suddenly felt that he was a little unfamiliar.
He asked carefully, "Could it be those limbs?"
Ji Xianshen had told him about the technique taught by a Sage. He had felt that it wasn't reliable before, but he didn't expect Ji Xianshen to really succeed.
Ji Xianshen said, "Alright, don't talk about this. Next, tell us how to attack the Dragon Race. The Dragon Race is hidden under the Eastern Sea of the Immortal World. There are countless restrictions and array formations, especially the Four Seas Dragon Formation. It can summon the Ancient Dragon Soul. We need…"
