Lu Zhen's understanding of the Dragon Spirit was only superficial; he knew nothing of the Dragon Spirit's character and temperament.
At the moment, Lu Zhen whispered to himself, thinking no third party could hear.
Unexpectedly, the Dragon Spirit shot him a sidelong glance, snorted coldly, and walked right past them.
Lu Zhen guiltily lowered his head, then stepped back a bit. It wasn't that he intentionally spoke ill of the Dragon Spirit; it was just that his tongue moved faster than his brain.
The sun also slowly rose at this time, and the sunlight pierced through the layers of leaves, reaching the ground.
The snakes, insects, rats, and ants hiding in the grass also quietly settled down, as if they had never existed at all.
Lin Xiang'er had been watching ever since the Dragon Spirit left to make a phone call.
In her impression, the Holy Master was never an easy person to talk to and rarely smiled.
