The tomb chamber was stunning.
Listening to the barrage of 'gunfire' coming from inside, Zhan Chi and Shannu exchanged glances.
"It's been a few hours, hasn't it? Youth is truly blissful!"
"The master is truly dominant!"
...
No one knew how much time had passed.
Ye Wudao slowly exhaled a breath, feeling completely refreshed.
"Feeling good?"
"So comfortable!" Ye Wudao had just begun to speak when he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and his pupils dilated dramatically.
He saw Wenren Xingzhu holding the Jade Maiden Sword, its tip against his neck.
"Seventh Sister, I, I will take responsibility for you!" Ye Wudao hurriedly said.
"Hmph, I'll remember this!" Wenren Xingzhu's pretty face was as cold as frost.
Just then, a terrible noise came.
"Who?" Wenren Xingzhu looked around warily, but there was nothing.
Boom!
The terrifying noise sounded again!
Wenren Xingzhu stared intently in the direction of the noise, which was shockingly coming from the Northern King's coffin.
