Hong Ling shook her head slightly at Li Xiaoqiang, meaning no thanks were necessary, and only then did Li Xiaoqiang turn his gaze to the distant Compass. On a large stone plate in the middle of the lava, golden steel needles were spinning.
Those steel needles were rotating with a ticking sound, like a clock.
Li Xiaoqiang stared at the Compass, furrowed his brows, and said, "That dragon told me to drop my blood onto it, then I would be able to connect with the Demon Locking Tower. But with such high temperatures around the lava, how can I get close to the Compass?"
Li Xiaoqiang was puzzled, and just as he was speaking, Hong Ling beside him glanced at him and smiled slightly. She waved casually, and a scroll appeared in her hand.
Hong Ling waved again, and the scroll in her hand unfolded, spreading towards the Compass on the opposite side of the lava.