ightly around the waist of the Wan Mo Ling cultivator before returning, bringing back a storage bag.Murder, robbery, all in one go.More figures rushed in from all directions, accompanied by shouts."Lu...After a moment of silence, there was no response. Ying Wujī asked again. Still, there was no answer.

After several attempts, Ying Wuji even couldn't help but wonder if this sound-transmitting stone was actually useful.

As he was about to put it away, he glanced around furtively, like someone with a guilty conscience. He clutched the communication stone and whispered, "Blood dripping ancient"tle better off. His Saintliness was stronger, so he suffered less suppression when facing this sudden impact.Even the revered Pan Shi Saint wouldn't have been able to withstand this. His sanctity, com...