Ji Yuan and his party soon found an opening in the mountains after trekking for hours; they had long trekked past the black walls mountains and they were now in a zone where there were no thunderstorms.
While some of the maidens were sighing with regret after they had left the black walls mountains, Ji Yuan was sighing that he was unable to talk to Saint Jon for a much longer time.
Feng Minyue said coolly, "There is no point in looking back. We're not turning back. While Ji Yuan is chatting with Saint Jon, you should spend your time to decipher the black walls instead."
Ling Feiyue smiled bitterly, "How do we know that Ji Yuan can talk for more than two hours."
Little Princess, Shui Xisi and Yu Jingjing were all groaning at the same time. "That's right! He can really gossip like a woman."
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Bai Qianfeng returned a soft sigh, "Didn't I already tell you that these profound arts have a flaw?"
