"Old Huo, where have we gotten to?"
Yang Zhen's question was asked so naturally, as if chatting casually with an old friend. It infuriated Huo Lian so much that he staggered and nearly fell from mid-air.
"Look, that's Great Nether Dynasty's Elder Huo Lian. Has he been injured?"
"Just how severe must his injury be for him to struggle so much with flying? It seems the gap between a Half-step Great Saint and a Saint Realm practitioner is not small. It's terrifying that a mere coffin inheritance could inflict such serious injuries on Elder Huo Lian."
"Fellow practitioner, you might be new here and not aware of what happened with the Nine Dragon Coffin. Elder Huo Lian actually wasn't injured by the Nine Dragons Great Saint."
"Oh? Then how come?"
"Actually... Elder Huo Lian was angered by Yang Zhen."
"What? Fellow practitioner, do not joke about such things. What kind of person could make a Half-step Great Saint so angry that he can't even fly? That's utter nonsense."
