The Old Flood Dragon gave a light chuckle, then turned and left the quarters. From the moment he stepped out of the quiet room until he reached the inn's entrance, his figure shifted countless times, melting into the crowd and shifting countless more until he vanished completely.
Ji Tiandu wore a look of utter disbelief, his mind feeling like a messy paste.
The other party knew the Great Desolation Immortal Venerable?!
The other party knew his title?!
Then the person who had just struck... was that old bastard who had been competing with him for the Yang Essence?!
Chapter 513