The Heart of the Ancestral Dragon

"Still no leads after all these days?"

In a courtyard on the Thunder Fire Peak, Wan Yanfeng expressed some surprise.

Yu Wenjing didn't say anything. He had already said everything he needed to. Even if they were to recover the spirit beast, it wouldn't be the most significant gain for him at the moment.

But it didn't matter. Strength was what mattered, and getting a piece of the pie here was enough.

Many experiences had taught him one thing: to know when to yield.

When strength was inadequate, one might even have to abandon one's interests.

Greed could lead to death.

"Yes, but recently I found a Senior Brother who often transports spirit beasts. I find him very suspicious," said a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator.

"Who?" Wan Yanfeng asked.

"Ice Moon Valley's Wu Yong."

"Where is he?"