Again!
Feng Zhongzui was utterly bewildered from wandering around.
The first layer of the Dead Sea is vast; to leisurely walk around it takes several hours.
Yet, Lord Shou seemed as if he wanted to sketch, to memorize these people firmly in his mind, including every detail.
But he wouldn't take out a brush...
"Lord Shou, aren't you tired?"
Upon passing in front of the reincarnator's prison for the sixth time, there were no stories coming from within, only a voice full of resentment.
Good question!
This voiced the thoughts in Feng Zhongzui's mind.
Actually, not just his; the thoughts of the Holy Mountain Sanctuary group, the people of the five regions were alike right now.
Lord Shou, are you stalling for time?
He doesn't want to fight the Lord Cang Sheng? What is he waiting for?
A whole day of wandering and the Dead Sea has been boiling for a whole day, prisoners shout until their mouths dry and crazily drink the unclean purified water.
The Dead Sea grew silent.