Wang Chen could understand how Huangfu Yongchun was feeling at the moment.
This more than two-hundred-year-old Golden Core True Person had paid a tremendous price to strive for a breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Great Realm, with resources poured into the endeavor since he began planning the slaying of the Flood Dragon, which surely amounted to an astonishing figure.
Now that he had successfully slain a Fourth Order Flood Dragon, and his hopes for breaking the Golden Core to condense the Nascent Soul were promising, it was quite normal for him to momentarily lose his composure.
But Huangfu Yongchun was no hot-blooded youth, after all; he swiftly suppressed his inner excitement and waved his hand, storing the enormous corpse of the Flood Dragon.
"Fellow Daoists, we are pressed for time, let's quickly clean up this place, and then head to the Flood Dragon's lair to explore for treasures!"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
