"It's nothing urgent," Duan Ling Tian shook his head and said, "I came to look for you because there's something I want to ask."
"What is it?" Bai Ping asked with an amiable expression on his face as though he would answer Duan Ling Tian's question unreservedly.
"Previously, when the Three Major Celestial Sects of the Wasteland sent people into the Little World, how long did the Indigo Sun Golden Celestials last in there before they died?" Duan Ling Tian asked bluntly. There was something he wanted to confirm. He wanted to know if he would encounter danger as soon as he entered the Little World or not. If it were the former, the idea he had thought of would not work.
