บท 1764: A Buddhist Dragon

'What a familiar scene…'

Lu Zhou smiled faintly as he looked at the figure in the fog. He raised his arms slightly and asked, "What do you think of my robe?"

This was tantamount to slapping Ying Long's face. Lu Zhou was exposing and poking Ying Long's sore spot.

Thunderclouds rolled in the sky as though they were conveying Ying Long's mood.

A growl rang in the air like that of a mad dog that was about to pounce over to bite.

After a moment, a voice laden with fury said, "Emperor Yu, you betrayed me?"

Emperor Yu, who was below, said with an innocent expression, "I didn't betray you. Your whereabouts are too obvious."

Ying Long, the Raindragon, had been hovering above the Great Abyss Land for so many years. Those who were well-versed with the history of fierce beasts would be able to guess its location.