There were still bloodstains on the dragonspring that clearly belonged to the Greendragon Emperor.

“Leave!” Long Xiqian anxiously told him. If he didn’t leave soon, he might lose the chance forever.

Tianming sucked in a deep breath. At this juncture, it wasn’t just that he had trouble convincing himself to retreat. Qingyu and Lingfeng’s position also made it impossible for him to fly the Ninedragon Tomb away. To him, surviving alone was as good as death.

“Godfather.…” When Tianming remembered his promise to him, it meant he couldn’t give up now. When he thought of the Ninedragon Emperor,...