Outside the clouds and mist.
Zhuo Donglai waited, watching the mist as a flicker of apprehension crossed his eyes. "This mist is truly strange. If I hadn't had a treasure that guarded my mind and woke me at the last moment, who knows how long I would have remained lost in it."
"But where are Yuzhi, Chu Kuangren, and the others now? Have they lost themselves in the mist?"
He could not have cared less about Chu Kuangren.
But he could not bear to lose Yuzhi.
"Do I have to go back in and search again?"
"No, that's too dangerous."
Zhuo Donglai shook his head.
Just then.
A pitch-black figure appeared beside him.
"Who's there?"
Zhuo Donglai's gaze darkened.
"Heh, World Child of the Eastern King Religion, I am the Demonic Dao's Soul Controller. Greetings." The pitch-black figure was none other than the successor of the Soul Controlling Lineage.
"Oh, someone from the Demonic Dao. What do you want?"
Zhuo Donglai spoke indifferently.
He had little involvement with the Demonic Dao.
"I've come to invite you to participate in a plan."
"I'm not interested in your Demonic Dao's plans. If you're looking for my help, you've come to the wrong person."
Zhuo Donglai spoke indifferently.
"What if this plan concerns Chu Kuangren?"
The Soul Controller chuckled.
At that, Zhuo Donglai's pupils contracted slightly. Then he said calmly, "Now I'm a little interested. Go on."
Outside the mist.
Zhuo Donglai was deep in thought.
"Chu Kuangren... heh, we don't even know whether that fellow is alive or dead in this mist. What's the point of a plan?"
Recalling the plan the Soul Controller had mentioned, he sneered twice.
Just then.
Two figures emerged from the mist.
They were Chu Kuangren and Yuzhi. At the sight of them, Zhuo Donglai's brows