"Pang Jian, you made me walk for a day and a night to get from that snow-capped peak to the Yin Spirit Temple!"
"Even if you want to take back Cao Mang's Black Iron Mountain, you should have at least brought me to the vicinity of the Yin Spirit Temple first!"
"..."
Dong Tianze, standing in the center of the Ghost Altar, cursed fiercely with an icy expression.
Pang Jian's face remained unchanged, and he responded with habitual silence.
Knowing Dong Tianze well, he understood that it was best to keep quiet at this time; otherwise, it would only provoke a more intense reaction from Dong Tianze.
As expected...
Dong Tianze, who had been swearing at everything and spitting words furiously, soon ran out of steam and gasped, "Aren't you in the Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land?"
In his field of vision, Pang Jian stood in a marsh, surrounded by short-growing flowers, grasses, and trees.
This was clearly not the barren Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land.
