Changsun Ming Yu enjoyed this honor alone, and the Hall Master of Youming Temple thought secretly, so, he still had to thank Shangguan Linlang.
If Shangguan Linlang hadn't insisted on provoking Meng Fang, Meng Fang would surely have taken the lead by now, after all, Meng Fang's power was far stronger than his own, alas.
Time ticked away, as the glass bridge transformed into a brilliant galaxy paved with Lotus Flowers, Changsun Ming Yu finally made a move, his figure flashed mysteriously, setting up an array directly.
Soon, the people below entered the Xuanjing Passage.
The moment Changsun Ming Yu entered, he felt an overwhelming pressure making him uncomfortable.
At first, Changsun Ming Yu couldn't see anything, only feeling his whole body being divided by something sharp.
Sweat soon soaked Changsun Ming Yu's hair, and his handsome face was devoid of color.
