Night fell, swiftly swallowing the last of the sun, darkness shrouding the mountains.
Xiao Ran broke out in a cold sweat and looked around.
The vast mountain shadows loomed like Sword Execution Heaven.
Who was Primate? The plan to save the world was starting already? On the same day as my Sword Succession? They weren't coming to Zongzhi Mountain to stir up trouble, were they?
In the space of a moment, almost everyone in the Black Ring Group came online.
The first to speak was actually someone who never spoke.
Seen the Vast Sea, No Immortal Compares: ...
He sent out a blank line of text.
Xiao Ran was puzzled. Was this guy mute? Little Mist: Did I just happen to run into Senior, or was Senior waiting for me?
Primate: No need to fuss over details. This is dictated by fate.
Body Severing: It seems this Xiao Ran is no simple figure.
Gentleman: Who in the group is a simple figure?
Rumor: I seem to smell vinegar from across the air.
Gentleman: I'm guessing your fleshly body has long since been soaked in medicinal fluid. Can those Yan Armor really smell anything?
No Money Get Lost: What plan does Senior Primate have? Do you need help?
Primate: If we need help from the very start, we won't make it to the end.
No Money Get Lost: You know there is only one thing I don't charge for.
Primate: It isn't a matter of money. This time, it is only a flame in the dark night, pointing out the road ahead.
The group fell into a brief silence.
Xiao Ran could feel that this was not stillness, but some kind of suppressed excitement.
After a long while.
Stated Dao: Just don't destroy the world.
Primate: We gathered together in order