Wu Tong's words carried no intent to kill, resembling a stagnant pool, merely posing a question.
Chu Zheng dared not neglect and bowed respectfully:
"Qi Cultivator Chu Zheng, at your service, senior."
One glance revealed his origin, this was the profoundness of Ancient Myths.
This place was the Chaos Sea, where beings above the Tenth Order couldn't enter; Wu Tong must be a creature of the Chaos Sea.
Within the palace forged of interwoven vines, the air was thick with the scent of vegetation mixed with a startling amount of evil aura.
The evil aura here was so intense it was almost maddening, Chu Zheng glanced at the repair panel which showed that the daily refresh rate of repair opportunities had skyrocketed from one to thirteen.
This was the repair frequency of the Eighth Order, the energy required to activate it was incomparable to that of a Seventh Order Repairer.
Compared to the outside world, the evil aura inside the palace had increased by at least tenfold.
