This is...
The sight before him unequivocally brought Aike a considerable shock.
Especially when that giant black tongue started to trickle out of the stone coffin, little by little.
And when the base of the tongue became visible, the space beside the Demigod Puppet twisted and Old Master Xiumeng arrived quite decisively, his expression solemn.
"How could this be?"
He looked over the gradation of bright yellow gold and uttered a sense of déjà vu.
"How can there be flames that simply exist? And so many of them..."
In the middle of his wonder, he couldn't help but glance towards Fu Qian.
"So you really weren't lying!"
"So you actually thought I was lying?"
Fu Qian replied, feigning surprise.
"Then why did you still follow me here?"
...
This question was indeed difficult to answer, but luckily Old Master Xiumeng soon realized he did not need to.
The familiar scene appeared on the surface of the giant black tongue.
