The first ray of dawn passed through the horizon and slowly rose like a pearl with ripples spreading.
Mu Fusheng and the other three had already gathered at the city gate of Yunmeng City.
Not long after, three men appeared beside him at the same time.
"Are you the juniors who are going to the depths of the Cloud Dream Swamp?" One of them, a thin middle-aged man in a long robe, asked calmly.
Mu Fusheng and the rest nodded.
The middle-aged man glanced at the four of them, and a wisp of displeasure appeared in his eyes.
"I don't know how he convinced the Tower Master and the others with that level of cultivation. Do they want to die?"
Mu Fusheng was about to speak when
one of them, a white-haired man with a warm smile, smiled and said, "Alright, alright. Since we've already come this far, there's no need to say anything else."
