The little blue dragon was startled when it saw Zhang Ze, and without thinking, it turned to flee into the thicket.
Luckily, Zhang Ze was quick. He dropped the bag from his arms and grabbed the little blue dragon's tail, pulling it over to his side without a word.
Zhang Ze didn't conceal his actions, and the commotion naturally caught the attention of the queuing dinosaurs.
However, upon seeing the physique and species of the two, the dinosaurs all exchanged subtle smiles.
A fortunate timing, compounded with so dragon antics, skulking around in the small woods—it's quite the tale to tell.
It's best not to disturb them.
But...
Can two males do it too?
An older, sowhat rigid ankylosaurus shook its head and stopped paying attention, while also covering its ears to prevent hearing any unsavory sounds.
Zhang Ze didn't know how the dragons perceived him. He dragged the blue dragon far away, and after ensuring there were no prying eyes, he threw an arm around the blue dragon to exchange secret signs.
If it were another ti, he'd surely tease Brother Feng, but now wasn't the ti for fun and gas; straightforwardness was best.
Zhang Ze asked directly, "How many swords are there in the Seven Celestial Swords of the Sword Sect?"
The blue dragon's eyes lit up, and without hesitation, it replied, "Four swords."
Zhang Ze continued, "What are those swords?"
The blue dragon responded again, "Incarnate Water Lotus, Heroes Assemble, Eight Treasure Lotus Root, Tiger Skin Cyan Dragon."
"Exactly! No wonder Brother Feng's mory is so good."
Saying this, Zhang Ze took out his little walnut and tapped Lin Feng on the shoulder.
"Co on, give a smile."
A reunion after a long ti brings the greatest joy, and Lin Feng subconsciously grinned.
Controlling the dragon's face was unfamiliar, making Lin Feng's smile sowhat wild and a bit intimidating.
After taking a selfie with the dragon, Zhang Ze perford the Cyan Lotus Dust technique again, pulling Lin Feng into it.
This Cyan Lotus Dust was considered a temporary spatial magical artifact, dissipating three days after forming.
Within those three days, repeated summoning expended little and didn't attract anyone else's attention.
"Being a dragon isn't as comfortable as being human." Zhang Ze transford back into human form, stretching and looking at Lin Feng, who also resud his human guise.
At this mont, Lin Feng's appearance was far from Zhang Ze's strikingly fresh look. His cheeks had beco much leaner, his jaw sprouting so short stubble, giving him a mature appearance.
In contrast, Zhang Ze hadn't changed a bit, as though he would remain this way regardless of passing years.
Not knowing what mix of emotions stirred within Lin Feng, Zhang Ze asked, "How did you ascend to the heavens and how did you bring that thing back?"
Zhang Ze pointed at the black arm he had tossed in the corner.
"Well..." Whether it was due to not speaking for too long or that the matter was lengthy, like a child without a mother, Lin Feng was montarily uncertain where to begin.
After separating from Qinghe, he pursued the escaped Five Rams Elder to the west, experiencing imnse hardships, calculations, and nurous thrilling adventures.
Lay them all out leisurely, it would take three days and nights, a couple hundred thousand words wouldn't suffice; seeking a storyteller could make a whole book.
Ultimately, Lin Feng directly handed Zhang Ze a jade scroll.
"There were too many events, sowhat unclear to convey. You'd better look for yourself; I recorded them all on this. By the way, about my elder brother..."
He had been away from East Continent for almost three years and was unaware of the changes in the world.
While navigating that black arm across the sky, he caught glimpses of Thousand chanism Pavilion's lights, which had brightened significantly, with many new things around it.
Moreover, the Northern Territory's Great Wall seed odd.
It had beco much shorter, and it seed crowded with people, packed with nurous derrieres.
"In these years, there seem to be changes in East Continent. Elder brother, tell more.
"Also, what exactly was the thing that shot down?"
Lin Feng still rembered, as he was about to land in Chang State, the cannon Buddha that shot him down.
It was too bizarre; he didn't recall East Continent having such a thing three years ago.
Is this what the Buddhist Sect is like?
At this mont, Zhang Ze was flipping through Brother Feng's adventure chronicles, and with such a sudden question, he too didn't know where to start.
The program was overflowing.
Zhang Ze said, "This... It needs to start with the square pig."
Lin Feng replied, "?"
"Forget it, I can't explain it either. Look at this."
Zhang Ze pulled out a book written by Lily, edited and proofread by Fuji, and finally reviewed by Junior Sister, "Thousand chanism Pavilion's Founding Chronicles."
The version contained the least amount of wild tales, barely making it comprehensible.
Lin Feng accepted the book, quickly flipping through it, soon becoming engrossed.
But upon reaching the Northern Territory section, he suddenly rembered sothing, and with a slap, closed the book.
"I'll read this later. Let discuss sothing important first."
Lin Feng stowed the book and waved his hand in front of Zhang Ze, using spiritual qi to form a map.
It was a Four Continents map, precisely detailed.
Unlike ordinary maps, this one marked locations akin to acupoints, forming a sowhat blurry infant shape, interconnected by the earth vein of Four Continents.
Lin Feng said, "Xiao Jing, he..."
From Lin Feng's explanation, Zhang Ze realized he wasn't mistaken; Xiao Jing's plan was indeed akin to parasitic wasps, conducting parasitic oviposition.
Central Continent was the largest wound.
"In this plan, there are several critical positions terd 'cabins' by Xiao Jing.
"Don't ask what 'cabins' are; I don't know either.
"Apparently, there are seven 'cabins' locations, with four confird ones at the Blue Abyss beyond the East Sea, Wind Devouring Valley in the West Continent, the old Baiyujing in Central Continent, and beneath the Holy Tree in Western Barbarians.
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