Two months blinked by.
On this day.
Inside the room.
Seemingly sensing something, the Causal Dao body slowly opened his eyes, a hint of anticipatory light shining through.
He seemed to ask, yet also seemed to be talking to himself:
"At this time, Qingyun should have already set out."
While speaking, the Causal Dao body's nostrils flared slightly, as if he could smell the scent of a storm coming in the air.
"If there are no accidents, Qingyun's side should at least rank third. The remaining matters should be left to us to resolve."
Beside him, the Water Dao body smiled as he took over the conversation, his voice carrying a faint whiff of resolve to face death.
Upon hearing this.
The Dream Illusion Dao body seated opposite couldn't help but show a trace of gravity on his face before firmly saying:
