"There's something wrong with the atmosphere of this place!"
Chu he, who was sitting on the throne.
Suddenly, he frowned.
His fingers tapped on the armrest of the throne.
The sound of metal clashing was heard.
It echoed in the hall that had been cut.
At a certain moment, Chu he felt as if a shadow was about to envelop this world.
The most important thing was that even with his strength, he could not trace the source.
In other words, the source had directly integrated into the world.
If one had to point out the source, it would be that the black curtain came from this world.
There was a problem with it!
Chu he thought for a moment.
Then, he moved his palm.
The divinatory plate appeared in his palm.
Even though he had already calculated it before he came out.
However, an uncertain factor had just appeared.
So he needed to do it again.
The hexagram turned.
The final result.
Smooth!
Little Ji.
