The moment that calm voice sounded.
Xia Panqiu's urgent questioning also came through the phone.
"I'm fine."
Chen Lusi glanced at the phone, breathed a sigh of relief, quickly replied, and then immediately hung up, walking briskly forward.
He didn't see anyone.
In front of him was an archaic-style palace building, serious and solemn, imparting a sense of symmetry and order, with a view of the main hall on the higher ground, while the area he currently occupied seemed to be an annex of the outer courtyard.
Chen Lusi didn't know where the voice came from.
But moving forward was definitely not wrong.
"So it's the Kunlun Pantheon... a convict controlled by residual veins, a convict who has occupied the Kunlun Pantheon."
The voice continued, seemingly with a chuckle.
Chen Lusi didn't respond, steadily advancing.
As he progressed, the surrounding environment was transforming rapidly.
Everything happened silently.
