I'm sorry!
Wang Chen silently apologized to Zuo Xiaomo in his heart.
He had promised to serve as Zuo Xiaomo's protector, yet he had never expected such an accident. He did not even know whether he could find his way home, let alone offer the other man any further help.
Wang Chen also did not know whether Zuo Xiaomo had encountered the same situation as himself.
Whether he could return alive.
Everything could only depend on Zuo Xiaomo himself!
Yet while feeling guilty, Wang Chen also felt that this was not entirely a bad thing.
Wang Chen had never understood why the West Sea Sect allowed the role of a protector during disciple assessments.
Flowers raised in a greenhouse could not weather wind and rain. Only eagles that soared through the blue skies and endured frost and thunderstorm tempests could forge steel bones and iron wings.
Since it was an assessment, it should be completed independently, not with a nanny in tow.
If one feared death, then one should not participate.
Clan disciples like Zuo Xiaomo needed even more to endure hardship before they could truly grow.
In truth, Wang Chen was not especially worried about Zuo Xiaomo's safety. After all, he had lent the latter a powerful protective spiritual artifact, and Zuo Xiaomo himself had made ample preparations.
Hope he has good luck!
Wang Chen cast aside the stray thoughts in his mind and began exploring the surrounding area.
Because of the spatial suppression, he proceeded cautiously, securing each step before taking the next. He first climbed the tallest hill nearby and surveyed the environment around him.
When Wang Chen looked out, he saw countless hills rising and falling in succession, like Demonic Beasts lying dormant. There was no boundary in sight.
His heart sank slightly.
The Nine Dragon