The ground split open again, and a figure burst forth from it.
"Junior Brother Wang Xiu!"
"Senior Brother, you're finally out!"
Everyone hurriedly gathered around.
"Let's head back first!" Not wasting time on pleasantries, Wang Xiu glanced at the chaotic scene around them. Seeing that no one had noticed them, he quickly led the Sanqing disciples into the dense forest.
They followed their original path back, hurrying along without any delays. Along the way, Wang Xiu briefly described the scene at the bottom of the well.
"What? The remains of an ancient Dragon Clan powerhouse from a primeval era? Bones like a mountain range, its spiritual power yet to fade, and an oppressive might like the heavens bearing down!"
"How many countless years has that dragon been dead for its body to remain incorrupt?"
"Senior Brother, you actually fought the remnant soul of that Ancient Dragon? Heavens…"
