Atop the Chaos Dragon Nest, around the Seven-Star Dragon Spring.
Several hours passed. The group stared unblinkingly at the Seven-Star Dragon Spring.
The spring water gurgled, and the seven great stars within shone with a brilliant silver light.
The water itself seemed to carry a faint, silvery glow.
"What a lucky brat. He's been in the Seven-Star Dragon Spring for so long, he must have drunk his fill by now!"
Fan Qingshan's expression was placid, but he couldn't hide the jealousy in his eyes.
The group of young experts turned to look at the speaker, their eyes landing on Fan Qingshan.
Zuo Song sneered and slowly looked up. "Fan, what business is it of yours whether he drinks or not?"
"Are you jealous? You're a useless lout yourself, who can you blame?"
"Zuo Song!"
Veins bulged on Fan Qingshan's face; Zuo Song had struck a nerve.
