If it weren't for Yao Xing, he would have died a hundred times, a thousand times already.
"Yao Xing, why didn't you tell me about the Dragon Temple earlier, and about the immediate darkness after the sun sets?" Suo Lun asked in his heart.
Yao Xing said, "Master, I am not omniscient; at least, about the immediate darkness after the sunset, I had absolutely no idea. Ms. Meng Tuoluo apparently didn't know either, otherwise, she would have surely remembered to tell you."
Suo Lun felt a lingering fear, then turned his gaze towards the figure in the center of the Dragon Temple, who was lying down and sleeping at the moment.
Inside the entire Dragon Temple, it was completely empty, not even a single chair, so he just lay on the ground, with his back to Suo Lun.
It was this person who had just saved him, because Suo Lun was enveloped by the death aura and had completely lost his vision, he couldn't see the man's face clearly. The only thing he could feel was a strong sacred energy.
