The sky was still so blue, but Golden Horn had no mood to admire it. His vision blurred, and he found himself in an extremely strange place. Nothing around him seemed right. Looking at the three pets again, he began to suspect that he had arrived at Natural Daoist's cave abode. This cave abode was a little bizarre, but the most bizarre thing was that all his magic power was gone. He simply could not use any spells.
It was like playing a game with magic disabled. How was a mage supposed to cope with that?
His heart trembled, further confirming his suspicion. This was undoubtedly Dongwang Gong's residence. What a grand gesture—his cultivation was unfathomable.
He quietly set down the scroll and looked at Myna. "You all have a share in this too. If His Majesty Dongwang Gong finds out there's a problem with the scroll, none of you will get off easy!" Golden Horn was no fool. He began threatening Shorty and the others.
The leader who had earned his reputation nodded. They definitely could not say anything. Myna shrugged. At a time like this, they should not make trouble for Qin Fen. Only Nian looked utterly depressed. He had nothing but contempt for that fake.
Golden Horn was still somewhat uneasy and decided to go out and take a look. Dongwang Gong did not seem to be around. The best option was to find him, explain Minghe's situation first, then go home. Even if Dongwang Gong discovered something was wrong with the sheepskin scroll, he still had Lord Lao as his backer.
Golden Horn had thought it through clearly, but there was one problem he had not considered. How was he supposed to get back?
He looked at the door and gave it a try. This handle