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For cultivators, living for hundreds if not thousands of years was within the realm of possibility. However, that’s under the pretense of them reaching an extremely high height in their powers overtime.

“Fine, he won’t come out eh?” Growing increasingly more impatient now, “I will tear this place apart. I like to see him continue hiding then!”

Grrrooaarr!

Aside from Yun Feng who’s being shielded by this dragon chief, everyone else felt extreme pressure against their heart over this howling roar. It’s as if something’s about to shatter from within themselves if this continued.

Wu Hao being the strongest among the humans fared better than the rest. Even so, he still had to grip onto his chest in order to press down the pain.?What madness is this dragon going on about? Ancestor Mo Fei Chi’s been dead for centuries, how can he be alive?

Just when the elder was holding the dragon chief in contempt, a new entry from the back mountain had crushed his belief. This individual was scrawny and thin, seemingly no bigger than a monkey. But more than that, the most eye-catching part was his ghostly complexion. Perhaps it’s the years of lacking sun, but it’s downright white!

A couple of people present didn’t know who this individual was, but the disciples of the Sky Dragon Sect definitely did. Every morning the first task laid out for them was to kneel in worship at the portrait of their founder. Issue was, unlike the picture with the handsome and tall stud in the portrait taming a dragon, this individual was tiny and had on nothing but a rag covering the private part between the crotch area….

If not for the fact that the face looked exactly the same from their memories, one would find it very hard to associate such an incriminating monkey with their great founder.

“Lord… Lord Mo Fei Chi?” Wu Hao stammers this out, his eyes staring at the monkey who just came from the back mountain.

Like the rest, Leng Qing Chang was also completely shocked by the sudden appearance of this ‘founder’. No matter how dull or ignorant this woman was at the core, she couldn’t deny the facts. As a result, even the pain created by her burning self has become dull to the receptors as she stared at the person in a stupor.

Unfortunately for her though, Mo Fei Chi could care less about one single woman. Showing panic in his demeanor: “Lon-Longtian, you’re still alive?”

The lifespan of a demon beast usually lasts longer than a human being, but it still has an ending unless they continued to make breakthrough after breakthrough. Since Longtian here was still alive after so many centuries like himself – only this dragon didn’t use alternative means to lengthen his own life – it could only mean this dragon chief has reached an extraordinary height in his cultivation, far beyond what this monkey could imagine.

“How can I die when you’re still kicking around?” Longtian sneers at the question, “Besides, if I died then how can I learn of how you’re making up all these lies behind my back?”