At night, near the Ghost Head Mountain, the army.
Wei Zhuan carried a saw-toothed saber on his back, his tall and strong body moving gracefully in the forest.
He followed closely behind the bird and chased after Su Mu and Zishan.
"Damn it, how can you run so fast?"
Wei Zhuan's expression was somewhat gloomy.
Among the Martial Dao Grandmasters under the Beiling King, he was basically at the bottom.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been sent to chase after someone.
If he couldn't complete the mission, the Wei Manor's position in the Beiling King's heart would drop even further.
As a result, the cultivation resources he could obtain would be even lesser!
The more Wei Zhuan thought about it, the more depressed he became. Compared to his colleagues, he always seemed to be the worst.
"Could it be that I really don't have the qualifications to touch the Martial God realm?"
Wei Zhuang could not help but ask himself.
