"Chen Jian, Yan Wu, is Xiao Mu really in the Divine Prison?" Qu Hui suddenly asked the other two Divine Realm powerhouses, his tone carrying a hint of disbelief about this information.
Chen Jian was a short old man whose body was less than 1.2 meters tall, and whose skin was wrinkled all over, looking like a giant that had shrunk down in size.
Chen Jian nodded and said, "It's absolutely true; the news came from Xuan Yan."
"Xuan Yan is just speculating, he didn't actually see Xiao Mu," Qu Hui shook his head, still looking skeptical.
Drip! Drip! Drip!
The third Divine Realm powerhouse, Yan Wu, appeared normal externally, resembling an ordinary man, except that his entire body emitted an unpleasant stench.
At this moment, a black disc on Yan Wu's body suddenly started ringing, emitting streaks of black light.
"It's Xuan Yan, there's another message."
