Chu Yi was not particularly curious about the Taixu Ancient Dragon's Spirit, after all, he had met the Taixu Ancient Dragon before.
As for Yang Dingtian and the others, they too maintained a calm demeanor.
The most surprised person should be Yin Zhiping.
At first glance of the Taixu Ancient Dragon, his face immediately showed a look of astonishment and fear.
Roar——
Roar——
Roar——
In the vast and extremely dry underground palace, dragon roars echoed in every corner.
This sound, to be precise, was not the roar of the Taixu Ancient Dragon, but its heavy breathing.
The current Ancient Dragon should be somewhere between asleep and awake, right?
Yin Zhiping closed his eyes for a moment before daring to open them again to look at the Taixu Ancient Dragon before him.
Chu Yi's gaze was almost constantly moving back and forth between Yin Zhiping and the Taixu Ancient Dragon.
His ears were filled with the sound of the Taixu Ancient Dragon's breathing.
