Wang Mu glanced at the Old Dragon King, who nodded to confirm that it was indeed so.
Seeing this, Wang Mu could only fly onto the back of the ice-blue True Dragon.
"Don't move around. Let's go!" a crisp voice, laced with a hint of coldness, commanded.
Afterward, Ao Qing transformed into a streak of blue light, flew out of the Dragon Palace, and rapidly descended toward the distant deep sea.
"Whether they can succeed or not depends on their own fate..." the Old Dragon King said with a smile.
"Do you really believe what that boy said?" a middle-aged woman beside him asked doubtfully. "With the anomaly under the Dongling Sea Abyss causing the seals to loosen, other than the two of us taking action together, there should be no other way..."
"Those Heavenly Demons he mentioned may be real, but how could he, a mere Golden Core little cultivator, possibly handle them?"
