The ruins of the Withering and Flourishing Temple in the black night seemed to connect to some unknown place.
That unknown place was drawing Jiang Wang closer, whether he was conscious of it or not.
Jiang Wang walked faster and faster, though his direction became more chaotic, seemingly moving randomly in all directions. Zhongxuan Sheng was following closely beside him, yet there was an inexplicable feeling that he was gradually getting farther away.
This feeling was unsettling.
Jiang Wang's face was expressionless, but the look in his eyes showed that he was still lucid, even pondering; and yet, he seemed completely unaware of the state of his own body.
This scene was so bizarre, however, Zhongxuan Sheng, lacking sufficient information, didn't know where to begin to analyze it.
But he couldn't just let things be.
With this judgment, Zhongxuan Sheng couldn't help but reach out, attempting to use his Heavy Technique to stop Jiang Wang's eerie movements.
