Behind the spatial rift in the Endless Abyss was a desolate ruin.
Looking over, yellow sand filled the sky, showing the scene of desolation.
"Hmm?"
Just as Lin Wudao was curiously sizing up his surroundings, he suddenly let out a soft gasp.
He discovered a mysterious man sitting cross-legged under a stone wall in the distance.
Although that person was hidden under a black cloak, Lin Wudao still knew his identity and background through the Eye of the Great Dao.
"Saint of the Motian divine race, Gong Wuque. Why is he here? Moreover, it seems like he's waiting for someone."
Lin Wudao was surprised.
The Mad Daoist and Qin Daofu also noticed Gong Wuque's presence.
"Hey, isn't that Gong Wuque of the Motian divine race? What is he doing here?" The Mad Daoist asked in surprise.
"God knows. From the looks of it, he seems to have been waiting here for a long time. Could this fellow be waiting for us?"
...
Whoosh!
