Sitting in the Thousand Blades Chair, Lu Fan looked at West Mountain, Beiluo.
On the island, the little Responsive Dragon, lying on its stomach on Ximen Xianzhi's head, sensed Lu Fan's movement. It came to its knowledge that he had ended his seclusion. A pleasant surprise showed in its eyes.
Flapping its wings, it propelled itself up into the sky by stamping its paw against Ximen Xianzhi's messy hair.
Ximen Xianzhi rolled his eyes. He had been used to how this dragon acted.
A strong man in the Internal Organs Realm was already able to take in the Spirit Qi in the world and transform it into energy. Although he could not fast for a long time, he could make it in a short period.
Therefore, Ximen Xianzhi had been in the soil for a long time, but he was not threatened by death.
A bolt of lightning flashed by.
Ximen Xianzhi suddenly felt dizzy.
Electric arcs burst forth around him. His hair smelt burned.