Lü Zhong looked toward the other group and recognized someone he had met once before.
It was none other than the Bearded Cultivator he had seen speaking at the wonton stall earlier. His three companions were there as well.
For some unknown reason, the four of them had clashed with the cultivators from Qingxu Temple. Although they were also Core Formation Cultivators, they were all injured, their auras in disarray. They had clearly suffered a significant loss.
"Fellow Daoist, must you take things to such an extreme?" the Bearded Cultivator said, cupping his hands in a salute.
As far as he knew, Black Sand Tower only had a general idea of the Crystal Rock Flood Dragon's location. Even if they did buy the information, finding the creature wasn't guaranteed. After all, it roamed the vast, boundless Desert Sea. Trying to find a hundred-zhang Flood Dragon in a place like that was like finding a needle in a haystack.
