Facing the setting sun of the fifteenth day of the seventh month, Wang Lu’s group, under the mask of the cover spell of Xiao Qi, easily passed through several sentry posts on the Grand Cloud Mountain, gradually approaching to tonight’s main stage.
Wang Lu walked behind Xiao Qi. Each step that he took was consistent in length, and his body’s center of gravity was also unchanged, completely ignoring the terrain under his feet. In addition, his magical power was reserved, circulating within his Jade Mansion without any outside exchange, as if it was isolated.
