Thus, filled with questions, Qi Zichao and the others followed Han Changhao into the Heyue Grand Hotel.
This time, it was not even covered with brocade cloth, because the exhibit was simply too large. Two burly men carried it up—a pitch-black spear around 1.7 meters long.
After leaving the hospital, Meng Liang looked toward the military base and suddenly froze. Fireworks shot into the sky and burst overhead; even from more than ten miles away, he could see the lingering glow of the explosions.
The hurricane had not lasted long, but in that brief time, this place had been completely ravaged beyond recognition.
The cultivators were momentarily bewildered, but the young master sent them a divine-sense transmission, gathering the information about what he had encountered after entering the planar battlefield and conveying it to everyone.
However, just as he finished breakfast and prepared to leave the dining hall, two tall, heavily built white men suddenly approached him.
The "Spirit Guard Stone" lost its surface radiance the moment it left the stone platform, turning into a stone that was entirely a lustrous blue.
But now, Su Donggua suddenly realized that the danger seemed far too great! The investment and returns were wildly disproportionate. Once he entered, it seemed his life could be in danger at any moment. Reaching his current cultivation level had not been easy; he absolutely could not act rashly and leave himself with eternal regret.
"We have met before, and more than once. Don't you remember?" Leng Ran stopped in surprise.
With hardly any meat in his stomach, Meng Liang naturally went for the meat first. He heaped an enormous plate full of chicken and began eating without another word. It was not that Meng Liang did not want to restrain himself; he simply could not help it.