Azure Sky, serene and tranquil,
Only a light rain fell, sprinkled amid the faint roar of a dragon, blanketing the South Flood Land.
From the Treasure Flower Sect, situated at the intersection of Western Hong and Southern Hong, all the way to the borderlands of the Seven Immortal Sects, everyone saw this rain.
Not long ago, the cultivators and all creatures felt uneasy after witnessing an enormous Yellow Poison Dragon tumbling and fighting in the clouds, and now they were all staring blankly at the sky.
"Gulp."
The two sect masters from Ban Shan Sect stood shoulder to shoulder, the slightly younger one turned his head, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Old Huang fell silent for a long time before suddenly gripping the other's arm and declared in a stern voice, "Seal off Southern Hong!"
It was too absurd.
He had been ready to partake in a fierce battle, as no cultivator had ever tried to truly destroy a Dragon Palace since the existence of Hongze.