Zhang Jing slowly turned around.
What met his eyes was a figure shrouded in dark fog, giving an impression of stooped posture.
"May I ask what needs the elder has that led you to bring me here?"
He paused and then asked politely.
Although he did not know the identity of the other party, there were already faint guesses in Zhang Jing's heart.
Most likely, it was the Unity Realm Stage towering tree he saw before.
After all, apart from it, Zhang Jing could not think of any existence that could silently teleport him away.
On this point.
Even if it was Qu Junhou, who had been seized by body possession, it was impossible.
At least not yet!
On the other side.
"Little guy, since you came from the Mysterious Yellow World, you must have seen the God of Fortune."
As he spoke.
The figure leaned close to Zhang Jing and sniffed him carefully.
Without waiting for Zhang Jing to respond, he nodded to himself and said:
