Time flies. It has been five days since Qin Feng entered the realm of Yin.
On the night of the fifth day, the stars and moon hung high in the sky.
At the bottom of Kunlun's main peak, Lu Changyi stood alone in the secret room, watching the wellhead with black light, and his brows wrinkled.
"It's been five days ... boy, you haven't come out yet. What are you doing?"
Muttering to himself, Lu Changyi has an urgency in his eyes, although he is also very clear that he is useless even if he is in a hurry. He can't even get into this seal.
No matter how urgent it is, he can only wait here.
The realm of yin.
On God Fu Island, Nangong Yiren is still sitting on the grass on the lakeside, holding her hands around her knees, and her eyes are tired, watching the small lake at all times, hoping that the lake will show signs of Qin Feng.
