Near the middle of Shuanglong River, at the riverbed.
Yibai twisted his dragon form as he swam along the riverbed, looking at the familiar scenery, feeling a sense of bewilderment and emotion.
Back then, he was still a serpent that had just gained sentience, but today, he had become an Immortal True Dragon.
'No wonder Immortals dislike associating with the mundane; a day in the heavens is like a year on earth. After spending a mere hundred days above, commoners would have turned into a handful of yellow soil.'
Yibai murmured to himself.
Especially after the incident with the Temple Priest, his feelings were even more profound.
"Who wants to see me? Could it be that they have not heard of my great name?"
A call came from the distance.
Yibai followed the sound and looked in that direction.
He saw a Yangtze alligator swimming over from that side, followed by a dark mass of creatures, leading a dozen or so minions.
