"Should I go now?" Chen Jiuge asked, his face skeptical.
"Off you go."
After leaving behind the ten Spiritual Rabbits, Chen Jiuge changed direction and continued forward, constantly probing the Spirit Grass, half-dead trees, and strangely-shaped rocks on the ground.
Nibbling on the delicious rabbit meat, Jiang Ming sensed the messages relayed by a strand of his Divine Soul attached to Chen Jiuge. He smiled silently, then retracted the Divine Soul. The consumption of immortal power here was significant, and its recovery was slow. Jiang Ming had no intention of wasting it.
In the past, the ancestors scraped this Secret Realm clean, collecting a great number of Dragon Blood Stones. Otherwise, where would the Jiang Family's Flood Dragons have come from? Sigh, but after that event, this Secret Realm became like a dead place, without a single Dragon Blood Stone emerging again, Jiang Ming muttered to himself.
