Thus, Immortal Huanglong could hardly accept the fact that he had been bound by the Dragon Tendon Rope.
What truly struck him was...
Look, nephew of the Heavenly Emperor!
Just as he thought his luck had turned and his fate changed, he was strung up again; he only managed to save his life by invoking "my master Yuanshi Tianzun," and now he must rely on his nephew of the Heavenly Emperor to send a message for help.
Had his fate really changed?
Huanglong could not help but feel tears welling up.
"Uncle master, uncle master?" Li Ping'an's voice penetrated deep into Immortal Huanglong's heart, "My father has already rushed to the Jade Void Palace. There is no need for uncle master to worry. With the Witch Clan's decline and the Chan Sect protecting its own, the Witch Clan would not dare to harm you."
"Stop sending messages," Huanglong cautiously reminded with a bit of guilt, "The Ancestor Witch may have some odd Divine Skills. Hide properly, eh!"
