According to the size and appetite of the True Dragon cub, Lin Xuan did not doubt that in less than a year, the fruits that Lin Xuan picked would not be enough for him.
The True Dragon cub seemed to have sensed something. It raised its head and pointed at the pair of horns on its head in Lin Xuan's direction before letting out a cold snort.
The spirit ship shuttled through the clouds. They were currently at the border of the Central Yan Continent, and the Shangheng family was still a long way south of the Central Yan Continent.
At this moment, the Lin family disciples on the deck had already slowly dispersed. The formation was completed, and they were going to cultivate.
Lin Xuan originally planned to return to the cabin. When he turned around, he suddenly thought of something and asked Black Crow, "I suddenly remember that you previously pressed the old man from the Bai family down on the spot but released him?"
