"Splash..."
Streams of water surged from the ground, gathering into a mass, from which He Zhong's figure emerged, stepping out.
"Brother Dai."
He nodded towards the person in the field:
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
"It seems Brother He was held up by something." Dai Hengyu, obviously somewhat impatient, turned and said:
"There are only a few divine temples here. If we're too late, fear that the treasures inside have already been taken by others."
"Fortune if gained, destiny if lost." He Zhong chuckled lightly:
"Brother Dai, you're too attached."
"Hmph!" Dai Hengyu snorted coldly:
"That's the wing of the Ancient Immortal Bird Golden-Winged Roc. If we acquire it, we might just be able to challenge a Rogue Immortal."
"Golden-Winged Roc..." He Zhong squinted his eyes, his voice turning serious:
"Are you sure, Brother Dai?"
"Almost certain." Dai Hengyu replied:
