Zhao Luo passed the door with Wu Yang, Mite, and the others.
There were 192 trainee disciples following behind him without a question in their minds.
"What will come next?"
Zhao Luo wondered as he looked ahead on the dragon road. Zhao Luo's gaze went right towards the point where the Dragon Road was passing through the clouds.
The point where the dragon road disappeared into the clouds looked close but at the same time, it wasn't. It was an illusion. The distance between that area of the Dragon Road and Zhao Luo was unfathomable.
After walking at a normal pace for five hours straight, the distance between Zhao Luo's group and the area in question where Zhao Luo was looking remained the same.
Zhao Luo closed his right hand to make a fist and tightened it as he was feeling a sense of frustration looming over him.
"Phew, calm and quiet. Calm and Quiet."
