Fifth Mountain…
Hearing this, Zhou Hao was naturally somewhat puzzled. The frog also frowned.
"The Fifth Mountain… it does sound a little special…"
The frog suddenly spoke with surprise in its eyes.
"Alright, it's getting late. Leave quickly. If you don't leave now, I'm afraid someone will come out to chase after you!"
After the old man finished speaking, he did not say anything else. Then, he lay down again and floated back to his original position.
Zhou Hao bowed deeply and left this space.
After coming out, Zhou Hao did not hesitate and hurriedly walked out before Mo Tiantu could find out what was wrong.
"Frog, do you think… what this senior said is true?"
Zhou Hao was a little puzzled. He really did not know much about these things!
"It's basically true. I know about the methods of the Moro Race. They worship mental strength, so this inheritance naturally has to be related to mental strength!"
