THUMP, THUMP, THUMP—
Riding his Mudskipper Shrimp down with the waterfall's current, Meng Changtu glanced at the lifeless corpse of the Clawed Flood Dragon, then hurried over to Chen Che.
He first checked Chen Che's complexion. Seeing that it hadn't worsened, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"We've taken the Celestial River Mountain Range. Wen Tianhong was too fast, so we couldn't catch him. Although he isn't a Beast Master, he also keeps a Black-Scaled Clawed Flood Dragon."
His father-in-law glanced at Jingfeng, who was slumped limply beside Chen Che.
'Perhaps only Jingfeng at full strength could have caught him. But it doesn't matter. The monk can run, but he can't run away from the temple!'
Hearing this, Chen Che raised his eyes to look toward the vast mountain pass.
