Wuyi Ferry.
Chu Ning appeared in the Misty Forest.
The mist stretched for hundreds of miles, and Chu Ning's Divine Sense spread out. In the center of this fog, at the source of the Wuyi River, resided a Flood Dragon.
The fog was emitted by this dragon itself.
Wind follows the tiger, clouds follow the dragon, and the dragon brings the mist.
At this moment, however, the dragon, with a hundred-zhang-long body, was shivering and coiled up, not daring to move; its snake eyes filled with fear as it looked at Chu Ning.
For the dragon, it had cultivated here for seven hundred years, just one step away from stepping into the Nascent Soul Realm, but the presence of this human race powerhouse made its heart tremble.
"I have been coiling here, harming no one, only using the mist to prevent the human race from entering," it spoke tremblingly.
Chu Ning said indifferently, "Swallow this elixir, become the protector beast of my mountain, and I promise you a Nascent Soul in the future."
