"Save me, save me ..."
An ethereal, cold cry for help reverberated in his ears, like a call from hell.
With Xu Qi 'an's current cultivation and vision, he wasn't afraid. He just felt that this cry for help was too much from the moon realm.
At the same time, the cry for help reminded him of the same cry for help from Shen Shu that he had heard in sang Bo.
However, the two voices were different.
"Save me, save me ..."
The cries for help continued to ring out, lingering in his ears. However, the voice was actually directly transmitted into his mind, similar to a voice transmission. It was not a real voice.
Xu Qi 'an walked half a circle around the mother Bodhi tree and locked onto a spot behind the tree. There were curtain-like vines hanging down from that spot, blocking the thick trunk.
