"Master He, is he the one?" Lin Fan asked again.
"Yes."
Master He wanted to cry but had no tears. After cultivating for a hundred years, he truly felt tricked to death by Fellow Daoist Lin. His Dao heart was unstable, truly unstable now.
"He Lianyuan, you brought a mortal to the Black Dragon Pond. You are indeed audacious. I am preparing to transform into a dragon and lack your inner Golden Core. Consider it your early gift for my dragon transformation."
The Three-headed Evil Flood Dragon did not take He Lianyuan seriously. The only one it feared was the head of the Immortal Talisman Sect, the only Nascent Soul cultivator in Chaozhou.
Lin Fan strolled casually toward the Evil Flood Dragon, looking up as it opened its bloodthirsty maw to attack. He remained unflustered, his gaze fixed on the scales on the flood dragon's belly.
With a swish.
