Wang Baole was at a loss. Even though he would do this every time he sank into his previous life, this time... he was at a loss for a very, very long time.
Two hours, four hours, six hours..
In Wang Baole’s confusion, no one came to disturb him. The surrounding fog had long become a restricted zone. The cultivators who existed now were either too far away or had lost their qualifications. As for the rest.., they didn’t dare approach.
After all, there had been a huge battle here before, and the pressure from Wang Baole’s body had spread out. Anyone who approached him felt their hearts skip a beat, and they quickly avoided him.
Outsiders didn’t dare disturb him. Wang Baole’s clone was also very quiet. Even Chen Han, who was floating beside Wang Baole with only his head left, didn’t dare disturb Wang Baole in the slightest.
