For Jiang Liu, this visit to the Royal Palace of the Black Chicken Country had been highly fruitful, yielding two Skill Books, both of which were very practical.
Furthermore, the Xuanhua Axe had become even more formidable.
Its 7800 attack aside, the 10% cooldown time reduction on all skills was also very practical, so, this time, the gains were indeed significant.
However, as Jiang Liu was fiddling with the skills he had just learned and the Xuanhua Axe, suddenly, at this moment, he felt a chill breeze.
At this time, in the peak of the hot weather of August or September, as the chill wind blew over, Jiang Liu even felt goosebumps popping up on his skin.
"What's going on?" Feeling this completely irrational chill breeze, Jiang Liu was secretly astonished.
"Elder Tang..."
Just then, simultaneously, an eerie, ethereal voice sounded, and immediately, a semi-transparent figure materialized in front of Jiang Liu, gradually solidifying.
"It's... haunted..."
