Ye Xuan's single statement directly intimidated the "dragon" beneath the Divine Pond.
After a while, Ye Xuan withdrew his hand.
What was eerie was that Ye Xuan's hand was not wet with any pond water.
Just now, Ye Xuan had indeed stretched it into the Divine Pond.
But only Ye Xuan knew that the water in the Divine Pond was not actually water, but a substance quite out of the ordinary.
Ye Xuan reinserted his hands into his pockets, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, remaining silent.
The Sovereign of the Sect stood by his side, glanced at the Divine Pond, then at Ye Xuan, and asked softly, "Young friend Ye, what do you think?"
Ye Xuan shook his head slightly and said, "Primitive."
"Primitive?" The Sovereign of the Sect was somewhat puzzled.
"Your methods of raising dragons are too primitive; on this matter, you should learn from the Supreme Pavilion," Ye Xuan stated lightly.
Upon hearing this, the Sovereign of the Sect involuntarily gasped.
