Wang Zijia, who found nothing different after a moment of inspection, felt the surrounding virtuality intensifying. He dare not dawdle any longer.
With a flip of his hand, two book pages blew up as Li Shengshi and Little Seventeen appeared before his eyes.
When the two emerged, they were shocked to see the ruins-like landscape of Hei Tan Valley surrounding them. Then their faces turned dumbfound.
However, as they lay their eyes on Wang Zijia, they both froze in place.
Although Wang Zijia's face did not show any wrinkles, his silver hair seemed to tell a story.
"Dad!"
"Ninth Brother!"
The two screamed in unison, their words filled with tension, unease, and fear. It was so profound that their voices trembled.
Wang Zijia looked at Li Shengshi and quickly instructed, "After I leave, immediately take Ye Youqing and the others back to Kyoto."
"Ninth Brother!" Li Shengshi wanted to say something else,
