Yan Zhenluo handed one fire lotus to Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu was speechless. When he regained his senses, he said, "Old sir, didn't we agree that I'll have one of everything? This… This clearly isn't it…"
"Hm?"
"Ah, i-it's nothing," Zhao Yu hurriedly said before he put the fire lotus away. Then, he stared at Yan Zhenluo tying the bag up.
At this moment, Lu Li walked over. He pointed at the Pillar of Destruction and asked, "Shall we go over there, Pavilion Master?"
Lu Zhou nodded and flew to the eastern side of the Pillar of Destruction.
The top of the pillar could not be seen at all. It was like a mountain that towered past the dark clouds and swirling black fog.
In just a short moment, everyone arrived at the eastern side of the Pillar of Destruction.
The surface of the pillar was grainy and uneven.
"The diameter of the pillar is likely about 1,000 meters."
