"Friend, since we've met again, why rush off in such a hurry?" 'Xie Xuan's voice was quite peculiar, three parts like Xie Xuan himself, and seven parts like Zhang Shicheng.
Zhang Chen felt his heart sink in the belly of the Great Snake. He had no illusions; he knew he had been discovered.
He wanted to hide and be like an ostrich with its head in the sand, but ultimately climbed out from the snake's mouth, standing directly on its head: "There's one thing I don't understand, how did you find me?"
'Xie Xuan' chuckled upon hearing this: "I did a little something to you when we parted ways earlier."
Zhang Chen's face turned somber upon hearing this: "So, are you calling me out now to settle scores?"
As Zhang Chen spoke, his eyes simultaneously assessed the Flood Dragon's body, causing his lips to twitch. The Flood Dragon's eyes had been gouged out, making it look terrifying. A pair of whiskers had been cut off, leaving its chin oddly bare.
