Green Bamboo Mountain.
Fang Xi's silhouette emerged in the cellar, casting a vigilant glance around.
Upon noticing that the Protection Talisman on one of the walls was still intact, albeit with its spiritual glow significantly weakened, he instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
"I can return, so it seems I can easily escape from that dangerous place."
As for the thought of taking someone else through the transmigration?
Such an idea was currently nowhere to be found in Fang Xi's mind!
His cheater was of utmost importance; even if everyone in Black Stone City died, he would never compromise on this point.
He had used the pretext of searching for supplies to slip away to an uninhabited corner and transmigrate.
At this moment, Fang Xi's expression gradually became serious as he took out a small jade bottle from his chest.
Inside the bottle was the blood of the cursed!
