In the courtyard of Dragonfang Springs and far away at Little Saintdragon Peak near a large, green boulder, two people separated by a great distance were each looking at a cockroach in their hand and using them to communicate.

"Feng, did you hear what Yin Chen said? My brother said the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb can move now. He's learning more about it to see if we’ll be able to make use of it," Qingyu said with a soft voice.

"I know. That’s our last resort," Lingfeng said.

"I guess you can rest assured now. With him around, we'll be able to escape no matter what," she confidently said.

However, the black-clad youth sitting on the boulder furrowed his brows even more. Shaking his head, he said,...