Ten hours later, the flying spirit tool flew into a mountain hollow.
An Feng wanted to follow it in, but he found that the entire mountain hollow had activated a protective shield.
Damn! What should he do now? He could not enter at all!
He could only wait for his excellency to come over. Miss Jiu, you must hold on!
Yun Chujiu was brought into a room by Gold Face. After sending someone to guard the entrance, she left to report to the chief of the League of Assassins about the journey.
Yun Chujiu sat on the chair in a daze. Ever since she transmigrated, she had always been able to turn a bad situation into a good one with her sharp tongue and clever little brain. It was also because of this that she was a little lazy. In this world, the strong were respected. She was only at the second level of the spirit cultivator realm. It seemed that she had to cultivate diligently in the future.
