The Depths of Memory

The huge arch bridge was made of grey stone and was extremely wide. It stood above the river that was filled with white fog. No matter how turbulent the waves below it were, it did not move. It was very magnificent.

"This is the bridge of helplessness?" Gu Mingzhou looked at the arch bridge curiously and asked.

He had placed all his attention on the light cocoon imprisoning Jing Wudao, so he didn't notice that the wide arch bridge was not far from him.

"That's right. This is the bridge of helplessness. Your luck is extremely good to actually come to the side of the bridge of helplessness by accident!" as Jing Wudao spoke, he had already reached the side of the bridge of helplessness and floated down from the sky with Gu Mingzhou.

"I had no choice. I could only take the risk and rush to the West to take you away," Gu Mingzhou scratched his head and said.