"It's too dark here, we're all a little nervous." The old man explained gently, his tone apologetic.
"Hmph!" Number four, who was walking at the back, snorted coldly. He was not happy with this group of useless burdens.
we've lost our magic, so we can't light up the light. The cultivator could also hear the disdain in number Four's tone and felt somewhat helpless. However, he used a gentler tone, hoping to dispel the resentment in number Four's heart.
"Everyone just can't see the road, so their speed is not fast."
They were believers of the 'light' faction. In the darkness, they also needed a 'light' to guide them so that they could maintain their original intentions and continue moving forward.
"Song, I hope you don't mind." In the dark, the old man's voice was hoarse, but it seemed particularly sincere.
they are all here for their faith. That's why they are trapped here.
The cultivator was actually worried that song Qing would give up.
