This voice was melodious, carrying a hint of magnetism.
"Hmm?"
Zhang Jian suddenly stood up from the reef.
His expression changed drastically, but even with his keen Divine Thought, he didn't notice anything unusual around him.
However, he felt quite familiar with this voice, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
"You brat, I am your master!"
At that moment, Zhang Jian finally sensed the source of the voice. He raised his hand, and two pitch-black sword-shaped symbols in the depth of his palm gleamed with a faint light.
"So it's Master, you gave me a scare?"
Hearing this, Zhang Jian felt relieved but couldn't help but ask, "Do you think it's dangerous here and want me to leave? I'll go right away!"
"Stop, I want you to go up there and kill those two arrogant little Mao Gods and rescue that old dragon!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jian was momentarily stunned.
"Master, did I hear you wrong? With this body of mine, you want me to rescue the Dragon Monarch?"
