Lin Xuan was a little caught between laughter and tears. He took out the remaining spiritual fruits on his body. The little guy's eyes lit up as he ate them.
He brought the little guy to the place of the huge battle again. In his mind, he recalled the words of the purple-robed youth. Lin Xuan looked at this mountain range and seemed to be in deep thought.
His palm struck the ground with a faint spiritual qi, and it instantly shattered into pieces, like the ferocious mouth of a ferocious beast, causing others to not dare approach. Immediately after, a deafening dragon roar sounded.
"This is the voice of a dragon!" Lin Xuan was shocked and could not help but be wild with joy. No wonder this mountain range emitted a different aura. It was very likely that a dragon had lived here.
"Let's go down."
After Lin Xuan finished speaking to the little guy, he jumped into the crack.
