"What?"
Shang Zhang, the attendant, said, "Oh, I meant that I've been here many times in my dreams."
"Can you be more reliable? Why do you always make up stories?" Little Yuan'er asked as she looked at Shang Zhang, the attendant, with a speechless expression on her face.
Swoosh!
The huge Fei Shu flew into the translucent spatial formation and vanished into thin air without any fanfare.
"Grand Mystic Mountain looks very close, but it's actually very far away. The eight mountain peaks around it actually form a protective formation," Shang Zhang, the attendant, said. Then, he looked at Little Yuan'er and said, "This information is reliable."
"Follow me," Lu Zhou said as he flew up.
Everyone nodded and followed after Lu Zhou. Before long, they arrived in front of the spatial formation.
Shang Zhang, the attendant, asked again, "Are we really going there?"
"If you're afraid, you can wait here," Lu Zhou said.
