In the heart of Lake Heart Island, the White Tower emitted a faint phosphorescence, exuding an atmosphere of gloom and sinister malice.
When people concentrated on their perception, they could still hear the wails of lost souls, causing their scalps to tingle in fright.
As Pang Jian looked again at the White Tower, he felt it had become harmless, causing him none of the discomfort he had expected.
This tower, shrouded in mystery from the Yin Spirit Temple, with the power to search for the alien powers of soul spirits and ghostly objects, seemed to have deliberately ignored him, uniquely exempting him from its soul-searching.
"I'm so pleased to see you've come to rescue me,"
Luo Hongyan pursed her lips lightly, her clear eyes sparkling with unmistakable joy and satisfaction.
Pang Jian frowned and said coldly, "If you had treated me like this when I first entered the Solitude Mountain Range, I wouldn't have left you unaided at the bottom of Black Water Pool."
