"Master, are there really Flood Dragons in the North Sea?"
High above the North Sea, a young man asked the master beside him.
The young man's master was an old man with white hair, exuding the air of an otherworldly sage. He looked exactly as one might imagine a reclusive master.
The old man's name was Li Feng Mountain. He was the ancestor of the Wanxiang Sect and a peak-stage Immortal Realm cultivator.
In his hands, he held an Array Jade Plate.
The needle on the Jade Plate was spinning ceaselessly, as if trying to locate something.
"Of course there are. Why wouldn't there be? The North Sea has a Dragon Lord, an Early Stage Immortal Realm Flood Dragon."
The Wanxiang Sect master stroked his beard and smiled.
"Under her command are eight Dragon Kings. One, a Cyan Flood Dragon, is her younger sister and manages the affairs of the North Sea. The other seven Dragon Kings are stationed in the seven directions of the North Sea, guarding the Dragon Palace.
