Dragon and Tiger Mountain and the White Lotus Sect had already set out, their firelight stretching into a long trail, weaving through the night. Chen Yi stood on the hill, seeing everything clearly.
He held Donggong Ruoshu's hand, gazing at the white tower he had been paying attention to for a long time.
The flowers and grass were beautiful, the falling petals were abundant, and the white tower was shrouded in tranquility.
Just as Chen Yi was about to move forward again, his eyes suddenly turned cold, flashing like lightning, his hand already on the sword hilt.
A wisp of blue smoke drifted over, transforming and landing— it was the Fox Fairy.
Chen Yi slid his hand away from the hilt.
"Are you going to the other side of the tower?" The Fox Fairy arrived and directly asked while looking into Chen Yi's eyes.
Chen Yi nodded slightly; the White Lotus Sect and Dragon and Tiger Mountain had already located the tower and would certainly enter that white tower.
