Outside Purple Mountain, the three juniors of the Heavenly One Sect respectfully bade Luo Yan farewell and left.
Their good fortune in following their senior deep into Purple Mountain had earned them quite a few treasures.
Although all three wanted to continue exploring with him, they understood that accompanying him even once was already an immense stroke of fortune. Such opportunities could not be forced!
Their strength was far from adequate, but at least they knew their limits.
After parting ways, Luo Yan, Duan De, and Green Wan arrived in a century-old city called Huai City.
Three days after receiving word, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King hurried there without stopping to rest.
Only Duan De hesitated before speaking. "Brother Luo, are we really going to that so-called Mystic Origin Continent? Isn't that a little too dangerous?"
When he heard that Luo Yan intended to take him away from this place to a completely unfamiliar environment, he was frightened beyond words.
It seemed that only staying in this world could offer him the greatest safety.
Luo Yan saw his cowardice but did not expose it. This fellow was notoriously unreliable.
"You can stay behind if you want!"
"Really?" Duan De was delighted. He had worried that Luo Yan would force him to go. If that happened, he would have no way to resist.
From the sound of it, Luo Yan would not force him?
Nothing could be better!
Luo Yan flashed a sly smile. "Do you know about the Desolate Pagoda?"
The delight that had just appeared on Duan De's face vanished instantly, replaced by an inexplicable sense of foreboding.
Then Luo Yan said softly, "As luck would have it, I know its origins!"
Duan De sighed inwardly in relief. "What does that have to do with me?"
"Of course it