Two days passed quickly, and in a secret chamber, Shen Long was sitting on a cyan-colored meditation cushion, his eyes slightly closed.
He sensed something, took out a blue-glowing Messaging Plate, injected a spell into it, and Lin Sen's voice sounded, "Fellow Daoist, there's news of a third-order Flood Dragon, but I cannot guarantee that the Flood Dragon will definitely be there."
Monster Beasts are known to move around, and it's quite normal for them to be encountered by cultivators while out hunting for food.
"That is to be expected, I'll head over immediately,"
Shen Long said, putting away the Messaging Plate and walking out.
He wandered around the streets for a while, noting nothing unusual, before making his way to the Cloud Wind Pavilion.
"Senior, Senior Lin has been waiting for a long time, please feel free to enter,"
the lady in the blue dress said warmly, making a welcoming gesture.
Shen Long nodded, went to the backyard, and saw Lin Sen.
