Su Zimo returned to the back of the Golden Lion, prepared to leave.
Tang Shiyun bit her cherry lips and bolstered her guts, saying with cupped fists, "Fellow Daoist Su, the skies are dark now and we've got to find a resting place. Since the misunderstanding has been resolved, shall we travel together? We can look after one another at the same time."
In the ancient battlefield, the night was home to countless demon beasts and variant species of living beings!
This was a place which opened up once every hundred years. Flora grew wildly and fauna treaded overwhelmingly - many powerful living beings would awake from their slumber!
For most cultivators, traveling in the ancient battlefield at night was equivalent to having a death wish.
Naturally, Su Zimo had nothing to fear about that!
