"Whew!"
Walking up the increasingly magnificent steps of the World Tree to the third layer, Jiang Yuan felt his scalp tingle as he was hit by a chilling wind.
"Hahaha, heeheehee, come on! Come in..."
In the wide and tall dark mine cave, several faint white shadows floated, their light laughter echoing eerily through the cavern.
He glanced at the Bronze Compass—today's fortune was mediocre, and fishing was inadvisable.
Great, then don't fish; let's mine!
"Buzz buzz~"
His right hand trembled as he pulled out the Soul Refining Banner, just ready to capture a few ghosts at the entrance, when the Communication Stone in his Storage Bag trembled twice, emitting a faint sheen, and a communication dialogue box popped up at the top of his view.
"Master: Hope this finds you well, I am fine, and have entered the Secret Realm, do not worry."
Wan Mingchuan, that child, was always frugal, used to write by scratching with tree branches instead of using pen and paper;
