Jiang Che sent a few messages, and at first Ding Ning didn't know how to respond.
Because from the moment she made this decision, she already knew her own ending.
Upon hearing the news Jiang Che just shared with her, she merely looked down at the Hua in her palm.
The little flower, now lost its former brilliance, with black stripes spreading across its petals, a wave of indescribable sorrow surged in her heart.
She exchanged words with Jiang Che softly through their consciousness.
By this time, she had already entered the Dungeon, staying with a group of humans.
It was a three-story small building, its decaying walls exuded a rotting atmosphere.
There were about a hundred participants including malicious spirits and humans.
The three-story building had countless rooms, connecting everywhere, with many passages leading up and down.
These passages were like a maze, causing people to lose their way within.
Ding Ning had already formed a plan in her heart.
