The spectacular sight of the Washing Ruins truly made Zhang Xiaohua sigh. He had previously seen the lightning beneath the dark clouds from a distance and had already imagined it; imagining the thick clouds above the deserted overseas island, yet it wasn't just the endless dark clouds above his head that surprised him, but also the immense ruins before his eyes that left him open-mouthed. He really couldn't believe that the ruins of Washing Ruins were truly the ruins of destruction!
As he was contemplating, several disciples came flying over with light steps from not far away, shouting from afar, "Which disciple dares come to the forbidden area of our sect?"
Zhang Xiaohua's expression remained unchanged. When the four people approached, he took out his waist card from his bosom and handed it over, speaking gently, "I am a law enforcement disciple of Mocu Palace; this is my waist card."
"Mocu Palace?"
"Law enforcement disciple?"
