Four hours later.
A craggy, fathomless canyon came into view.
Not far away was a lake as clear as jade, its surface mirror flat, extraordinarily beautiful.
Under the guidance of Senior Brother Qi.
The four of them landed directly on one side of the canyon.
No sooner had he set foot on the ground than Zhang Jing seemed to sense something, his gaze fixed directly on the azure lake.
However, the next moment.
His attention was drawn back by the voice of Senior Brother Meng.
Senior Brother Meng craned his neck to look down the canyon and asked:
"Senior Brother Qi, is the treasure-hoarding demon spirit under the canyon?"
"Exactly, the beast is down there, incredibly powerful. I hope the three of you could lend me a hand," said Senior Brother Qi sincerely, distributing the prepared Dao Enlightenment Tea to Zhang Jing and the other two.
"Whether we succeed or not this time, this Dao Enlightenment Tea is a gift to you three."
"Senior Brother, you're too kind."
