"The Golden Wind Divine King has at least five hundred years of Dao Practice," Zhuo Qingyan stressed. "He can fly through the sky and cross great distances in the blink of an eye. Consort Yu was one of his two Divine Consorts. Now that she's dead, the Golden Wind Divine King will certainly come for revenge. If you stay here, you'll only die with me."
Although Taoist Yan Song and Gu Zhao had both displayed extraordinary power, five hundred years of Dao Practice was a significant threshold. She still didn't believe they could defeat the Golden Wind Divine King.
"The Golden Wind Divine King can fly?"
"You can fly with five hundred years of Dao Practice?"
Gu Zhao filed away another piece of information, but now wasn't the time to dwell on it. "Does he have an imprint on you?"
