Riding on the sacred rooster, Tian Ji arrived before the Dragon Society. With his ordinary looks and the featherless rooster he was mounted on, those who saw him instantly howled with laughter. 

"Who's this guy? He actually tamed a chicken as his mount? What a unique individual," said a Dragon Society member.

"Haha. It's a bald chicken. Look at how skinny it is. I doubt it will serve well even as food. Someone using such a mount is probably a trash cultivator," said someone else.

This wasn't the first time Tian Ji was laughed at. He knew what he was here to do, and he did not mind the laughter. As for the sacred rooster, it was also too prideful to pay those commoners any attention. Rather, it shut...