"Hua Piao Miao."
Sitting alone in the front hall, Li Chu couldn't help but think about the little hint that Gu Ying had given him that day. What did it mean?
The heart of a storm that would destroy shenluo city.
Li Chu would never allow such a thing to happen.
Ever since Li Chu had come to shenluo city, he had experienced many battles, and all of them had Lord canghai's shadow behind them. They could vaguely form a network.
If he could sort this out, he might be able to learn of Lord canghai's plot.
However, it was too difficult to think about it.
With that thought, a voice that Li Chu had not heard for a long time appeared in his heart.
Why not ask the magical old Taoist?
With this in mind, he lit three long incense sticks.
Green smoke rose in spirals, and a moment later, it gathered into a celestial-looking human figure. The air of an expert that overflowed from it floated around the entire Hall.
