The old Daoist chuckled awkwardly, a sly, roguish grin spreading across his face.
This fellow, to be honest, was exactly like that old Hua from back then!
A charlatan, and just as unpredictable!
It was enough to make one angry…
"Don't be angry, don't be angry!"
"Getting angry is bad for your health!"
Chen Fan spat coldly, "You shut your mouth from now on. Say one more word, and I'll cut off your head!"
"Don't believe me? Feel free to try!"
"..."
Hearing this, the old Daoist fell silent, not daring to utter another word.
He was afraid Chen Fan would twist his head off.
That would be a case of losing more than he gained.
Just like that, the old Daoist made a zipping motion across his lips.
Signaling that he wouldn't say another word.
Seeing this, Chen Fan finally snorted, "That's more like it!"
Damn it all, he had almost been angered to death earlier. Every single one of these old guys was a total eccentric.
Next, Chen Fan glanced at Gu Liang, saying unhappily, "And you? Still babbling?"
Still…
"Ah, this…" Gu Liang was also a bit embarrassed now. After a moment of stiff silence, he quickly shook his head, "No… no more!"
"I only said that just now because that old bastard made me angry!"
After being spat at by Chen Fan, the old Daoist became much more subdued, closing his mouth and not saying another word.
The old man's current smile was incredibly comical!
Gu Liang, on the other hand, wore a look of schadenfreude, utterly smug. He had finally seen the old Daoist get his comeuppance.
He inwardly rejoiced, thinking how satisfying it was!
Chen Fan didn't give them any pleasantries and added, "Since that's the case, stop the pointless chatter and go to sleep!
"If you waste any more time here, I'll tear this place down!"
"Let me tell you, I'm not someone to be trifled with!"
"Yes, yes, yes…"
Gu Liang's old face was etched with embarrassment, and he quickly nodded.
Then, he said, "Kunlong Island, as the name suggests, means 'Trapped Dragon'!"
"Legend has it that a true dragon is trapped on Kunlong Island, and its dragon blood is comparable to elixirs for us martial artists. That's why it attracted a large number of martial artists to Kunlong Island. Unfortunately, no one who landed on the island ever returned alive…"
So that was Kunlong Island.
Chen Fan stared at him, "You said everyone who went to the island died, but why are you still alive?"
At this, the old Daoist said earnestly, "You don't know, but the two of us back then never actually landed on the island. We were about three hundred meters away!"
"Our old sect leader, fearing the unexpected, made a contingency plan!"
"That's why we survived. Who would have thought that a traitorous scoundrel would seize my position as sect leader, forcing me to turn to the Daoist sect!"
The old Daoist chattered on like a machine gun, recounting a long story.
Chen Fan naturally had no mood to listen to the old Daoist's rambling about the latter part.
Chen Fan focused on Gu Liang, "Why couldn't they return alive?"
Gu Liang froze for a moment, then let out a long sigh, "It's hard to say. My guess is, more likely than not, there really is dragon blood. Martial artists fought amongst themselves, killing each other, and so on… It's also possible that there are other powers on Kunlong Island, and landing on the island was just a scam!"
He voiced his thoughts.
Sighing long and hard…