In the cold wind, Tianming sat on Lan Huang's head, heading southwest. Radiant Vines extended from his lifebound space, binding the nine-winged silverblade saintdragon to Lan Huang's body. The dragon looked dull and lethargic, its body covered in blood. The lightning that had charred most of its silver body had also caused heavy injuries.

"May I ask you a question?” Tianming turned to the saintdragon, his robes fluttering in the wind and snow.

"Go ahead.” Entangled by the Radiant Vines, it couldn’t move. Its murky eyes appeared bleak and dismal.

"Has Xuanyuan Yuheng recently been affected by external forces? For example, did someone use some special technique to influence his mind?” asked Tianming.

In fact, he hadn’t planned on killing Xuanyuan Yuheng. At most, he wanted to clarify the doubts in his mind. However, Xuanyuan Yuheng actually pulled out a nine star heavenly pattern tome. If it weren’t for Xian Xian’s quick response, Tianming would have been killed.

"I don't know..." sighed the dragon.

"You’re his...