Guangming Ancient Tower, Literary Path Treasure Pagoda

One man shot his mouth off, and the whole family followed in terror.

Meng Yutong and the others playing mahjong, including Jiang Yan, were all startled and hurried over to watch.

Now he was finished!

Jiang Yan could not help giving him a thumbs-up. Previously, when his own younger brother had called her an old woman, he had nearly been slapped to death.

Even her own younger brother had ended up like that, let alone Lin Heng, someone unrelated by even eight poles.

Lin Heng, the person involved, had yet to realize the severity of the problem. He thought no one would hear him muttering and discussing it with Xiao Lan.

The man and the snake arrived outside the city. White fog wrapped all around them, and the road could not be seen in the distance, yet the first thing Lin Heng did was fill the earth outside back in.

Xiao Lan was greatly puzzled by this.

The purpose of doing this was to prevent Jiang Qian and the others from discovering the method by which he had left, delaying them as much as possible.

How could digging a Dog Hole fit the status of a Nascent Soul Venerable? Lin Heng could not let them lose face.

After spending another quarter of an hour, the tunnel was filled flat again, leaving behind only a baffling pit.

Xiao Lan shrank her body to the size of a palm and jumped onto his shoulder to slack off. How could walking herself be as comfortable as being carried by her master?

"Master, be careful!!"

Lin Heng's steps halted. He lowered his head to look and instantly sucked in a breath of cold air, because half of his foot was already hanging in midair, and below was actually a sheer cliff.

The white fog