The flying chariot flew to the north, creaking as it flew. Perhaps, the person who manned the helm was shocked by the avatar, the flying chariot shook violently.
"Idiot! Be steady!" King Chen of Wu gulped as he looked at the astrolabe. He recalled when Lu Zhou shone the Golden Taixu Mirror on him and was frightened again. If Lu Zhou had attacked at that time, the consequences would have been unimaginable. With these thoughts in mind, his palms grew sweaty, and his legs began to tremble.
At this time, a cultivator moved next to King Chen of Wu and said in a low voice, "Ten obsidian essences are too much. Why don't we proceed according to the original plan and lure him into the trap?"
King Chen of Wu raised his head and glanced at that cultivator. "I did have such thoughts before, but now… No. I have to seek an audience with His Majesty the Black Emperor. Now isn't the time for us to care about the obsidian essences…"
