The scene in front of Xu Qi 'an changed from blurry to clear in less than a second.
Then, he found himself at the entrance of a Valley. The valley was quiet, with withered flowers and trees. It was bleak and quiet.
Xu Qi 'an closed his eyes and felt the temperature and humidity of the air. He was slightly relieved. The climate was not much different from that of the capital, which meant that the first director did not take him out of Da Feng or to the border.
For most of the high-ranked cultivators other than martial artists, a distance of tens of miles and a distance of hundreds of miles was just a step away.
The white-robed sorcerer raised his hand, his middle finger pressing against his thumb, and flicked out a drop of blood. With a " Chi ", the drop of blood hit the invisible wall of air, and the air trembled and rippled.
