As they neared the peak of the mountain, all the cultivators on the giant snake, regardless of what they were doing previously, focused their attention on the peak of the mountain.
Xie Haiyang, the scorching spirit patriarch, and the others also came to Wang Baole’s side. As they looked up, a deep glint flashed across Wang Baole’s eyes.
During the past half a month, while he was cultivating quietly, he was also pondering a question.
This question came from the training materials that brother Gao Ren had sent over. The ten days and ten lives in the training materials seemed normal, but there was a paradox with the Wei Yang clan.
