Song Zhong felt the solid ground beneath his feet and looked around.
They had clearly entered a massive palace, yet he had landed in a stretch of mountains. Above him was an unusually azure sky, and the clouds seemed especially high.
"We had so many people gathered together before, but after entering, it's just the two of us. And this environment... have we entered another world?
The legendary Lesser Thousand World?"
Bao Dating muttered, looking at Song Zhong beside him as a smile involuntarily appeared on his face. "Sure enough, we're fated to end up together again."
With the strongest, Song Zhong, at his side, was there anyone luckier than him?
Song Zhong's mouth twitched. I'm straight. I have no interest in being fated with another man!
Just as he was about to speak, a woman's sharp cry came from the other side of the mountain.
"There are people! Come on, Old Song, let's go take a look."
Bao Dating called out and had already started running to the side.
"You run the moment you hear a woman's voice. Sooner or later, you'll die at a woman's hands!"
Song Zhong mocked, swiftly following after him.
Once they rounded the mountain ridge, a familiar, domineering figure came into view.
Fan Meier.
Four people dressed in black had surrounded her, their eyes roaming back and forth over her body.
"Tut, tut... that figure's really something."
"Aren't you supposed to be a righteous sect? With clothes like that—showing cleavage, showing legs, only short of showing your ass—I'd say you're even more wanton than the women of our demonic path."
"Brothers, we've got good luck. Let's have some fun first. Who's going first?"
"Of course we go together."
The four of them grinned lewdly, yet remained vigilant as they scanned their surroundings. Almost at