An oil-paper umbrella swaying in the wind and rain.
The falling raindrops connect into fine lines, hanging in this world.
West Yan Mountain, with its beautiful scenery, has the Shu Road climbing among the cliffs.
"The difficulty of the Shu Road is harder than ascending the blue sky."
Ye Xuan walked on the Shu Road, his steps light but steady.
Robert Cain, with an unpleasant expression, walked beside Ye Xuan, holding the umbrella for him.
"I really don't know what you're thinking."
"Those lowly ants simply aren't qualified to fight you."
"After all, you are a Pope!"
"Do you not know your status is noble?"
Robert Cain, walking beside Ye Xuan, was very worried about Ye Xuan's safety and scolded him.
"Robert, in this mountain, how many people do you think are stronger than you?"
Ye Xuan chuckled and asked doubtfully.
"...Approximately one."
Robert Cain seriously perceived and said.
