Above the Kunlun Temple.
A middle-aged man stood at the edge of the mountain peak, looking at the horizon as the wind blew.
The clothes with red patterns on him fluttered in the wind.
"Amazing, amazing. I have lost track of him. I wonder where he's hiding now."
At this moment, the demonic dragon on his shoulder squeaked twice, as though it was expressing its opinion.
"Find him?"
The middle-aged man smiled.
"No, it's not that bad.
Since he is from Kunlun, we should be on the same side.
If Kunlun can't accommodate the people of Kunlun, can we be considered Kunlun?
That will just stop us from becoming stronger as an entity."
The demonic dragon squeaked again and conveniently buried its head in front of its paws, touching its own head.
It was as if it was talking about its previous encounter.
"Haha.
He just gave you a knock, how is that considered not accommodating to you?
