North Sea.
Yuan Gui City.
Han Ling'er and Lu Qingfeng sat facing each other.
"The Black Dragon True Monarch has completely set his sights on you."
"Although he was forced to retreat by the teacher this time and promised not to personally take the field against you, it implies he will certainly send Primordial Spirits and True Immortals."
Han Ling'er looked at Lu Qingfeng, who remained calm without a hint of alarm, and couldn't help but laugh. "From now on, your life as a little Daoist will never be peaceful again."
Lu Qingfeng ignored Han Ling'er's teasing and wondered aloud, "True Immortals cannot enter the Three Mountains and Nine Waters, so how can the Black Dragon send True Immortals to deal with me?"
A Primordial Spirit Practitioner like Lu Qingfeng was not afraid.
