Yue Dong looked off in the direction in which Xu Qing and the Captain had fled. Although she was loath to let them off the hook, in the end, she decided not to pursue them. Right now, the most important thing to her weren’t more flesh puppets, nor the holy fardark nectar. Rather, she needed the Fardark holy ancestor legacy in Feng Lintao’s soul. After all, that was the legacy of a Quasi-Immortal Grand Emperor!0

I can’t give Feng Lintao time to recover. Furthermore, he has one of my emotion seeds in him. Tracking him will be as easy as following a bright torch in the middle of the night.5

Yue Dong’s eyes glittered as she made her decision. Without any hesitation, she flew at top speed over the horizon. Lan Yao gritted her teeth and followed after Yue Dong. As for the Grand Emperor’s talisman, it faded away and was taken with them.0

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The cave was completely silent. Only a few moments passed, and then the mirror emitted some cracking noises. Then an enraged roar echoed out, followed by a stream of golden light.0

It was none other than the golden rat. The moment it broke out into the open, it emitted a shrill, miserable scream. It shivered from head to toe, as if immense pressure were weighing down on it and trying to force it out of these lands. Before long, the pressure turned into countless magical sealing marks that resembled blood vessels within it. Even its head was full...0