"What is the Sacred Dragon Ruins?"
Long Xiaoxiao clearly didn't yet understand what the Sacred Dragon Ruins were.
Chu Feng and Long Xiaoxiao continued communicating through secret voice transmission, telling her about the Sacred Dragon Ruins.
"So this ruin is that powerful. No wonder the energy inside me is so strong." After learning about the fame of the Sacred Dragon Ruins, Long Xiaoxiao was overjoyed.
"But if I've already received the inheritance of the Sacred Dragon Ruins, then this place should also be the Sacred Dragon Ruins. Why aren't we getting any clues here?" Long Xiaoxiao asked.
"Xiaoxiao, try sensing the power inside you and see if you can communicate with this place."
Chu Feng felt that if Long Xiaoxiao had received the inheritance, she should be able to communicate with the ruins.
"Mm."
Long Xiaoxiao began attempting it right as she spoke.
However, after a brief attempt, Long Xiaoxiao shook her head — she couldn't feel anything.
Just then, a figure flew over. It was that monk, Liu Kuo.
"Ugh, no clues at all, not a single benefit. Why send us here in the first place for no reason?"
"What the hell does this even mean?"
Liu Kuo cursed and grumbled. While Chu Feng and Long Xiaoxiao had been communicating in secret, he hadn't been idle either — he'd already circled the forest several times but discovered absolutely nothing.
Hummm—
Suddenly, something changed.
Sensing the shift, Chu Feng snapped his head up toward the sky.
The white-haired woman also opened her eyes and looked toward the sky.
Liu Kuo noticed it too and raised his head to look at the sky.
Only Long Xiaoxiao was the last to catch on. Seeing the other three looking skyward, she followed their gaze but didn't understand what they were looking at.
"It's changed," Chu Feng and Liu Kuo said almost in unison.
"Changed? What changed?" Long Xiaoxiao asked, confused.
She stared at the sky overhead, but it looked exactly the same as before.
"Sister Long, the sky we saw before was formed by a formation. It looked identical to the real sky, but it was just a imitation."
"But now the formation sealing this place has become transparent, letting us see the actual sky," Liu Kuo explained.
"But why would there be such a change?" Long Xiaoxiao asked.
"It definitely didn't happen for no reason. There must be some kind of clue. Let me, Liu Kuo, take a good look and get to the bottom of this."
With those words, Liu Kuo's eyes actually changed color. Two visible beams of light shot out from his pupils, piercing straight into the sky.
That was a special observation technique.
But before long, he withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and even grimaced in pain.
"Miscalculated. There's nothing there."
"What the hell are these ruins doing? Are they toying with us?"
Clearly, the observation technique had taken a considerable toll on Liu Kuo, which was why he was grumbling again.
"Chu Feng, what do you think?" Long Xiaoxiao asked, because Chu Feng had been gazing up at the sky the entire time.
Chu Feng had indeed been observing carefully, even activating his Heavenly Eyes, but he too had found nothing.
"There must be a reason. Something may be about to happen, and the ruins want us to see what's going on outside," Chu Feng guessed.
"What could be happening outside?" Liu Kuo asked.
"Have you heard of the Evil Monk?" Chu Feng asked.
"The Evil Monk?" At the mention of the Evil Monk, both Liu Kuo and Long Xiaoxiao froze, clearly recalling something.
"I know. My final opponent in the Half God realm was an old man. He claimed to be a disciple of the Evil Monk and told me to hand over the title of strongest to him."
"But I sent him flying with a single palm strike and knocked him unconscious," Liu Kuo said.
"Same for me. My last opponent was a junior, but he also claimed to be the Evil Monk's disciple. He said... his master would slaughter everyone in this place. But I didn't believe it and knocked him out too," Long Xiaoxiao said.
Chu Feng looked toward the white-haired woman. She still had her eyes closed in cultivation, but Chu Feng had formed a theory.
"I suspect the Evil Monk sent four disciples to compete for the title of strongest in each of the four grounds," Chu Feng sighed.
"Could it be true? Is there really such an Evil Monk?" Long Xiaoxiao asked.
"Most likely. Perhaps the Evil Monk is about to make his move," Chu Feng said.
Hearing Chu Feng say that, Long Xiaoxiao quickly looked up toward the sky as well.
"If there's something this good to see, I definitely need to watch closely."
Liu Kuo was even more dramatic. He sat right down on the ground, took out a mat and spread it on the dirt, then produced a box. When he opened it, it was filled with all manner of delicious food. He even pulled out four sets of bowls and chopsticks.
"Come, come, come — Brother Chu Feng, Sister Long, come sit down and have a bite to eat." Liu Kuo waved Chu Feng over.
"..." Long Xiaoxiao felt speechless. According to what the Evil Monk's disciple had said, his master's power was heaven-falling. If it was all true, they could be facing annihilation.
Was this Liu Kuo's heart just too big? Not only was he not panicking at a time like this, but he looked like he was settling in to watch the show?
What left Long Xiaoxiao even more speechless was that Chu Feng actually walked over and sat down.
"Brother Liu, I won't eat for free. I've got some fine wine."
As Chu Feng spoke, he produced a gourd of wine.
This was something he'd snatched while killing an elder of the Situ Spirit Gate before. The wine gourd indeed contained excellent wine — from the Qian Clan's tavern.
"Heh heh, Brother Chu Feng, I, Liu Kuo, have no other hobbies — just fine food and fine wine."
"So I've tasted wines from all over. Not to brag, but what you consider good wine might only be average in my eyes."
"Brother Chu Feng, you should try mine instead." As Liu Kuo spoke, he also took out a jar of wine and poured it into a bowl.
Chu Feng ignored Liu Kuo and opened his gourd directly.
The moment the gourd opened, Liu Kuo's eyes locked onto it. The wine bowl that had been halfway to his lips froze in place as he stared straight at the wine in Chu Feng's hand.
When Chu Feng poured the wine from the gourd into a bowl, Liu Kuo swallowed three times in quick succession.
"Holy shit, what incredible wine! Brother Chu Feng, I was wrong. You've got to let me have a taste." Liu Kuo's tone had turned practically pleading.
"Here you go, Brother Liu." Chu Feng handed over the freshly poured bowl without hesitation.
Liu Kuo drained it in a single gulp.