With a nervous heart.
The Jing River's Dragon King stepped into the Taoist temple, leaving all the dragon children and grandsons outside, staring at each other.
Upon entering the Taoist temple,
Before him was a Daoist in a Daoist robe, whose duster swayed gently with the breeze, emitting an even more peaceful and natural aura.
Hiss... This Immortal Xuanqing is even more powerful than before.
The Jing River Dragon King lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the other, and respectfully said, "Greetings Immortal Xuanqing."
"Hmm!"
Xuanqing nodded slightly, scanning the other party, and said indifferently, "Jing River Dragon King, what brings you to my Black Wind Mountain?"
"Answering the superior immortal, ever since the incident last time, the little dragon... the little dragon has been tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night."
