An ancient, dimly lit hall, Ji Zhou turned around to face the three young individuals.
It was said that Divine Generals were at least of the Seventh Rank, Holy Land Level. No one knew what level this woman had reached, but the instant she cast a glance backward, an immense sense of oppression could be felt.
The ancient stone tower trembled, and the towering stone statues also shuddered.
"Senior."
Gu Jianlin nodded in greeting: "We meet again."
Cheng Youyu quickly said, "Senior Ji, we're here to exchange some materials for promotion!"
Faced with such pressure, Nie Xiangsi was frightened pale, not daring to utter a single word. She shrank to the back, afraid to even poke her head out.
"The material storage is on the second floor."
Ji Zhou said indifferently, "Go ahead."
"Thank you, Senior! Farewell, Senior!" Cheng Youyu and Nie Xiangsi felt as though they had narrowly escaped calamity. After exchanging a glance, they hurried up the stone steps.
