The dragon-headed warship was flying through the clouds. Ji Ning and Mu Northson, faces full of joy, were going through and binding the assorted magic treasures.
"Senior apprentice-brother, this Dragonwhale's wealth was far greater than the wealth of those four Wanxiang Adepts we killed," Northson said, incomparably excited. "Previously, we killed more than ten Wanxiang Diremonsters, but all their wealth combined…can't match up to this single Dragonwhale."
"Of course. The Dragonwhale King had roamed the world for ten millennia, and had even escaped from Primal Daoists on numerous occasions, then had advanced to the Primal stage itself," Ning said. "And it just broke through to the Primal level. If it had spent a thousand years training at the Primal level, its wealth would be even more astonishing. However, a Primal Diremonster who had been training at the Primal level for a thousand years…I probably wouldn't be able to block it at all."
