The Purple Dragon's anger shocked everyone once again.
"Where does this anger come from?"
"A bit inexplicable..."
"Hmph, have they forgotten that the young master's ancestor saved its life?"
"Exactly, wasn't he shivering in fear just a moment ago because of that spear?"
...
Though confused, the Purple Dragon's roar held substance, prompting all the cultivators, including Chao Qing, to instinctively glance at Xie Tian's waist.
Xie Tian was clad in a dark outfit, with what should be a waistband wrapped around his waist.
At this glance, however, the cultivators discovered that it wasn't a waistband at Xie Tian's waist, but a mysterious whip with knotted sections.
The whip was entirely red, possessing a tactile quality, subtly pulsating with life, almost giving the illusion of it being alive.
"No, it's not an illusion! This..."
"This whip, it's as if..."
"No way, right?"
