The sun was warm and pleasant.
Jiang Hao sat in the pavilion drinking tea.
It had been a long time since he returned to the mine. He wondered if Dole and the others had gone back.
The spirit stones were still with him. He hadn't split it with them. It made him feel worried.
The boundary of the Corpse Realm would soon close.
He had entered in June, and now it was November. Five months had passed.
Six months later, the Corpse Realm would close.
Actually, he had another idea. He wanted to find Guan Zhongfei.
He could have him take one of the golden rings to the West.
If needed, he could go there.
But the West was too dangerous. Once that corpse was awakened, going there would be like walking into a lion's den.
There was no reason for him to go.
