The information that the nine different stems of the Ming River possessed different formidable power was recorded in the books that belonged to the other worlds that she found in the Heavenly Wheel.
The Ming River that they were all looking at now was just an outer layer. It wasn't even considered a branch.
"Since this isn't water, then let's just go!" Huo Feng looked at the rest impatiently.
Laughing, Ying rolled her eyes. "Sure, if you want to die so badly."
"You…!" Huo Feng saw red, but there was nothing he could do to her.
Ling Wuxia smiled and nodded. "Then let's all depend on ourselves. Good luck!" She turned toward Junior Brother He and threw a piece of white silk on the river before leaving on it.
Junior Brother He followed suit.
In white-coloured clothing and riding on silk…. They really do think they're immortals.
Lu Mingshu grabbed her sword tightly and sneered.
