"What do you understand? In recent years, the number of Dead Souls and Divine Servants has drastically decreased. If it continues like this..." Tu Meng stopped abruptly.
He waved with a smile, "What's the use of telling you all this, don't ask too much, just follow orders."
The group walked for an hour, patrolling the south side had taken them quite far.
All around grew barren, and no other Ghost Tribe members were in sight.
"Boss Tu, we're getting close to the Divine Race's territory, right?" Xie Changliu said.
"What's with the chitchat, just follow along," Tu Meng said indifferently.
"You two joining us now is your good fortune, there's actually a good opportunity."
"What good opportunity?" Xie Changliu asked.
Tu Meng stopped in his tracks and pointed at a distant mountain.
He said, "See the position halfway up the mountain?"
Although the distance was quite far, Xu Zimei vaguely saw a bare mountainside with a purple flower blooming.
However, he couldn't see the details.
