Without any preparations, Zhu Honggong and Jian Bing left the ancient ruins immediately.
The others from the Nihilist Congregation did not dare to ask too much. They knew rumors were flying, and it was chaotic outside. They did not know what was true and what was false.
Zhu Honggong and Jian Bing were very familiar with the route to the runic passage. When they arrived at the runic passage, they heard a rumbling noise.
Jian Bing looked at the sky solemnly and said in a somewhat depressed tone, "The sky is about to fall. Where should I go?"
Zhu Honggong rolled his eyes and said, "I really overestimated you!"
"What do you mean, Brother Zhu?"
"With your words and behavior, I really don't understand how you became the Cult Master of the Nihilist Congregation. How did you amass so many followers? How did you convince them?" Zhu Honggong asked, puzzled.
