Qing Chi's gaze was fixed on Ning Zhuo, filled with admiration and intermingled with newfound worship: "Xiao Ma, you tell us what to do, I'll listen to you, we'll all listen to you!"
Ning Zhuo glanced at Qing Chi, nodded, and then looked off into the distance at the black cloud barrier, his gaze becoming increasingly sharp.
The confidence he displayed was one thing, but the tension in his heart was another.
In terms of appearances, the youth who endured for over a decade was well-honed, capable of contending with Luo Si.
"We can only take a risk and conduct a probe first!" As soon as Ning Zhuo thought of this, a change occurred.
Rumble...
The towering black cloud wall started to change, from which surged forth waves of earth-lung miasma.
The miasma, vast and mighty, pushed the cloud wall apart, expanding outward to form an even larger and thicker barrier!
Altar.
A tributary of Wangchuan encircled it, within lay the slumbering body of the Wangchuan Prefect.
