Lord of Pets

Deep in the ice cave, there are several winding paths, illuminated by expensive dragon beads and broken gold, giving them a dreamy beauty.

"Your Excellency, please come this way."

Since leaving the public eye, Sparta's attitude has become intriguing.

Every move seems to pay more attention to etiquette, but in the corner of the eye, there is a vague curiosity that cannot be hidden.

But he didn't ask or explore.

Instead, he led Bai Wushang through one igloo after another and towards the deepest part of the cave.

After a full five minutes, he stopped, bowed and said:

"Your Excellency, please, my great-great-grandfather is waiting for you."

"Thank you." Bai Wushang nodded slightly, crossed a ripple-shaped barrier, and the scene changed again.

It was a study room with a row of ancient books. Judging from the dust, few people had touched them, and the whole body exuded the aura of Chen Mu.

On the right side of the bookshelf, there is a long table made of red animal bones. An unruly old man with oily hair and a somewhat cold look, under the cover of a faint blue candle, holds a scroll in his hand and reads the contents indifferently. message.

"Pa—" Seeing a figure passing through, the old man closed the scroll, raised his forehead, and swept away a sharp gaze.

After a while, the sharp sword-like gaze faded away. The old man hooked his finger and the teapot on the table tipped over automatically. A cup of steaming lavender tea with a lingering aroma floated steadily ten inches in front of Bai Wushang's chest. A cup of tea was just lifted up. A position where you can hold it with your hands.

"I never thought that that one would take on a disciple in his lifetime..."

Sibaan spoke quietly, whether it was mocking or sighing, he didn't know.

"Take good care of her. She is the most powerful rising star in the Dragon Court in modern times. It only took less than five hundred years for her to awaken her soul power and climb to the limit of the Holy Lord. She is at least 30% sure of becoming the Emperor Ancestor in the future..."

Bai Wushang was slightly startled. This was information that he didn't have yet.

Unexpectedly, the drunken holy envoy is not an old witch, but a little fresh meat among the saints?

As a result, the two people in front of her are probably old antiques, and their age span cannot be calculated.

Bai Wu was heartbroken and lightning flashed, and his endless thoughts were fleeting.

Then he confirmed one thing.

Sibaan, the president of the Feilong Chamber of Commerce and one of the former Judgment Dragon Riders, is still not qualified to know about the Sequence Holy Son.

Han Zimo still prevaricated as the so-called master according to what was mentioned before.

"Senior, my master... apart from her outstanding talent and strength, how is she in other aspects?"

Bai Wushang hesitated for a moment and boldly asked what he was thinking deep in his heart.

It is said that those in authority are confused, but onlookers know clearly.

It is particularly important how this kind of boss, who is suspected to be an acquaintance, old friend, or former colleague, treats the Drunken Holy Messenger.

"Aside from talent and strength?" Siba'an chewed it twice and said with enlightenment: "She likes to drink, so she often misses things. Either we wipe her butt, or her pet beast is working hard and running around, which seems unreliable. …”

"What? You think so too?" Bai Wushang secretly exclaimed, his heart shaking.

Well, it's not an illusion. The characteristic of this holy envoy is that he is "unreliable".

It seems that the matter of going to the Holy Court to mess with the angels needs to be considered in the long term. We must understand everything before we can enter the practical stage!

Bai Wushang was firm in his belief and his eyes hardened a bit.

Sibaan seemed to have thought of something, his face trembled, and he waved his hand pretending not to care:

"Your master has a bad temper, especially when he is sober."

"Remember, we didn't talk about anything just now. I don't want to be beaten by her in the name of sparring..."

"Still violent?" Bai Wushang was surprised.

Thinking of the Nine Saints' beautiful body that was still unscathed after gathering fire, he immediately believed it.

"Ahem, let's talk about something else, something else..."

Sibaan knocked on the table and finally remembered the business:

"Your master said he wants to hone your growth and won't give you too much support. Whatever you want, you have to fight for it yourself."

"So we are just doing business. Whatever you need, I will sell it to you at a saint's price."

"Hmm..." Bai Wushang had no choice but to cut off his worries about the future and returned to reality. He thought about it and asked seriously:

"Senior, I have a friend who is dying soon due to a blood defect. Is there any way you can solve it? If it doesn't work, is there any way to improve it?"

"Blood inheritance defect?" Siba'an raised his eyebrows, "This is very troublesome. You don't have to think about solving it. I don't have this ability, and your master may not have it either."

"Let's just think about the improvement plan. What type of blood inheritance is it? At what level? What is the form of the defect?"

Sibaan asked questions continuously, and Bai Wushang informed Zero's situation in as much detail as possible.

"Daqian Dynasty? Ji Tiancheng's adopted daughter?"

The old man showed a strange look, "This man was once my subordinate general. Due to serious dereliction of duty, he had to retire and return to his hometown."

"I didn't expect you to come from that small place. From this point of view, it is even more extraordinary that you can stand out in the trial and be recognized by Drunk..."

Bai Wushang blinked, also a little stunned.

This is too coincidental. Could it be another destiny arrangement?

Thoughts were running through his mind, but he immediately dismissed such thoughts.

It shouldn't be. The Dragon of Destiny is the first-generation Dragon God. How can he have so much leisure and energy to continue to worry about him.

Considering Sekiryuutei's age of more than a thousand years, and this saint who is more powerful and has a longer lifespan, it makes sense both emotionally and logically.

Sibaan held his chin up, thought for a few minutes, and then responded:

"If it's related to 'blood', I do have some ideas, but I need to further observe her blood inheritance. It's best to get a sample directly." "

"In addition, without guaranteeing 100% success, you have to pay at least an item with the same value as a Ten Thousand Years Holy Medicine. Do you have such capital?"

"There's no problem with the holy medicine, there happens to be just that one."

Bai Wushang opened the storage ring to reveal his rich inventory.

"There is a holy medicine here, a few drops of holy blood, a half-rotten holy dragon skeleton, some broken holy dragon scales, a large amount of rare ores, a large amount of mid-level elixirs, a large amount of mid-level and low-level dragon materials..."

Sibaan paused while tapping his fingers on the table at a steady pace, scanning the dazzling array of treasures, and looked deeply at Bai Wushang's face.

"The Kailing Musk Flower... This is a precious holy medicine given to people who have been promoted to the Holy Son in the past three thousand years. There is no circulation channel to the outside world, and there is no one in Dragon Island... under normal circumstances."

"Really?" Bai Wushang was stunned, his smile gradually disappeared, and then slowly rose again.

"Senior, if I said I picked it up, would you believe it?"

Sibaan took a deep breath, closed his eyes and said to himself:

"I understand, you are closely involved with the returning lineage, and you are suspected to be the link between them."

"But you can't blame me. She didn't explain the details clearly, and she didn't keep the things that should be recycled. She's not reliable..."

"And she asked me to come, but she didn't tell me too many reasons. Just to give the younger generation the title of Xiao Zao, as a former Judgment Dragon Rider, as a life-loving Holy Lord, more or less, I should keep it. Suspicion enough, right?”

A black line appeared on Bai Wushang's forehead.

Explain? She didn't even wake up, okay? It’s all the pet animals taking care of things!

It's over. If there are problems in the path of the Holy Son of Sequence in the future, it may not necessarily be because of his own inability. This protector may also become a stumbling block!