In the end, Zhen Ling told them to wait patiently; opportunities would naturally come.
Indeed, within a few days, Zhen Ling provided a location.
Gui Ling and others set out quietly, while Zhen Wuyang and his group moved stealthily.
Meanwhile, the people of the Elder Palace had already reached the Black Demon Sea.
On the peak of the Grave God Mountain, 88 layers high, Zhen Ling stood, overseeing everything.
The Lord of the Black Tortoise Hall, behind him, somewhat puzzled, asked, "My Lord, is it really necessary to take such risks? It would be more prudent for me and the others to break in directly."
"Hmph, even if you forcefully break in, I won't let an old turtle like you enter. I've always suspected whether you are still the puppet created back then. What if you've been transformed by someone else, and all the treasures are obtained by you? Then, I'll be at a loss." Zhen Ling glanced at Xuan Yi with his small eyes.
