"Daoist, your strength is not weak, but there's no need for you to act right now."
Lu Ping said blandly, retracting his palm as the two giant hands in the sky dissipated.
Lu Ping's gaze shifted towards Han Wu, only to see the silver flood dragon that Han Wu had dodged also diving into the sea, not surfacing for a moment.
"Strange."
Elder Jiang's voice came, noting the two silver flood dragons emerging and then quickly disappearing, a look of confusion appeared on her face.
"What's strange?"
Upon hearing Elder Jiang's muttering, Lu Ping asked.
Elder Jiang's beautiful eyes observed the sea area below, her exquisite willow eyebrows slightly furrowing.
