"There's no clue for now," Hei Yao said softly, "but I always feel that there's definitely Wang Jixuan's trace behind all this. He might have some sort of prophetic ability..."
Cang Ze leaned back in his chair.
His young and handsome face, combined with his shoulder-length hair, always gave off a scholarly vibe. Yet at this moment, the cracked skin and the muscles full of immense power made him seem like a manic body cultivator.
These two styles formed a strange harmony on him.
"That group of deceitful monsters didn't attack us during our first entry; the second time, they besieged us ferociously, without hesitation and without asking any reason.
"How did Wang Jixuan become one with the deceitful monsters? He had just gone in."
Cang Ze sighed softly:
"This defeat was indeed unclear."
Hei Yao crossed his arms and pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Could it be related to the Red Snake?"
"Wang Jixuan's partner?"
