The Old Flood Dragon chuckled, then turned and left the room. From the moment he stepped out of the quiet room to the entrance of the inn, his form shifted countless times. He merged into the crowd, changed his appearance repeatedly, and then vanished completely.
Ji Tiandu stood there in utter disbelief, his mind a chaotic blur.
The man knew of the Ancient Immortal Great Desolation!?
He knew his name!?
Then the person who had attacked just now... was it the old wretch who had been competing with him for the Yang Essence!?
Why!?
Fragmented clues clicked together like a complex puzzle. Only when he recalled the "Flesh Immortal" mentioned by the Old Flood Dragon did the puzzle find its center and begin to take shape in his mind.
Chapter 513