As night fell, a bonfire was lit beside the waterfall.
Standing on a massive rock, Gu Yang raised his head looking at the boundless starry sky, pondering his next plan.
He felt as if he was just a step away from the Divine Power Realm.
But he knew clearly, this was just an illusion. As for how long it took to cross this one step, it's unknown.
He still needed money, at least several million.
The crisis was imminent. If nothing unexpected happened, in a month or rather in just over twenty days, Cao Yiyi's father, the gun god would come looking for him.
The Sword Saint of the East Ancient Alley was injured, he would not be able to withstand this man.
Definitely, he could not stay in Jingzhou.
King Jing Hai was quite loyal, there was no need to involve him.
Besides, even if he managed to escape this crisis, there was a bigger one later. In a year, it was very likely that a strongman from the Sacred Land in the Divine Power Realm would come for him.
