A cool breeze blew over and rolled up Ou Yangming's sleeves.
He rubbed his chin and the corners of his mouth curled upwards. "It's really strange. The Big Ruins is really too big. It's possible to encounter anything."
"That's right. This cursed world has buried secrets as endless as the bones it buried." He Jian's face was like an old tree bark as he squeezed his face together with great strength. A look of compassion could be seen.
Ou Yangming did not reply. He took a few instant steps and stepped onto the balcony. His aura was no different from the locals in the Big Ruins at the moment so no one paid any attention to him. Moreover, most of the cultivators on the balcony were focused on holding their breaths and refining the spiritual Qi in their dantian.
