The sea of clouds rose in the boundless sky.

At this moment, there were two figures, young and old, that were walking slowly with fluttering clothes amongst the clouds, and they seemed like gods.

“You didn’t let me ride the Nine Dragon Treasured Carriage, nor did you bring me along to move through space, and you forced me to fly in this desolate sky. You’re really free to the point of having nothing to do.” Young Master Zhou muttered resentfully.

“Little brat, didn’t I just take you from the Goldlake Meeting? What’re you complaining endlessly for?! I did it for your own good.” Zhou Xuantong grunted coldly.

Young Master Zhou frowned as he said, “What exactly has happened? Weren’t you always in closed door cultivation? Yet you come out so anxiously to take a stroll?”  

A stroll?

Zhou Xuantong was stunned, and then he slapped Young Master Zhou on the head before berating. “I couldn’t sit idly by any longer! Do you know how many disciples of old freaks have set their sights on the Allstar Meeting? Even the slovenly old Daoist couldn’t sit idly by, and he captured an Ancient Fiendgod with the intention of using the trace of Ancient Fiendgod Blood Essence to clean the impurities within the body of his disciple, Zhao Qinghe, and increase his disciple’s strength so that Zhao Qinghe would be able to compete for the top ten in the Allstar Meeting. Tell me, would I not be anxious?

“Using the Blood Essence...