"Long time no see!"
Zhang Ping looked up at the King of Nether Mist's panda face. His eyes narrowed as he smiled and greeted him.
He found that the King of Nether Mist's emotions were always as still as water, giving off a steady, composed feeling no matter the situation.
But once one got to know him, one would discover that the King of Nether Mist was actually a little slow-witted and extremely forgetful.
After Zhang Ping explained why he had come, the King of Nether Mist decisively opened a passage and said, "Another world!"
If Zhang Ping wanted to return to his original world, the King of Nether Mist would have to take him quite a long way. But if he was simply going to another world, without specifying which one, then it was much easier.
"Thank you. Is there anything you want? I can bring it to you next time!" Zhang Ping asked after glancing at the passage.
The King of Nether Mist shook his head to indicate that there was nothing he wanted, then gestured for Zhang Ping to hurry into the passage.
"All right, then goodbye!"
Zhang Ping had no choice but to nod before jumping into the passage.
He plummeted rapidly through the passage. Suddenly, the Coiling Dragon Venerable on his back lit up with red light in its eyes. A black protective film swiftly spread out from above Zhang Ping's head, wrapping him in the blink of an eye and forming a black sphere.
The black sphere then struck a fragment of space. Ripples spread across its surface before it directly crushed the spatial fragment.
Afterward, the black sphere rapidly fell toward the exit.
Mingzhu City.
Countless Living Corpses were repairing the city walls, turning the entire city into a Living Corpse fortress.