They were practically a collection of little high towers.
Standing less than two meters tall, Li Changzhou appeared like a grain of rice before them.
Yet these little high towers regarded him with the gaze one would give a bullet flying out of a barrel.
"Where is the gentleman planning to go?" Xiang asked.
"I originally intended to see Candle Nine Yin..."
These little high towers, over thirty meters tall, shook as if experiencing a magnitude three or four earthquake.
Candle Nine Yin illuminates the world, who can resist?
While ordinary people can't stay away fast enough, he actually dares to go looking for them?
"Originally?" Xiang's granddaughter, Jiao, asked with curiosity.
Li Changzhou turned his gaze to this girl, over ten meters tall, yet at most fourteen or fifteen years old.
"Yes, originally. But now, where the wind blows, that's where I must go," Li Changzhou said with a smile.
"Is the gentleman of the Wind Queen tribe?" Xiang probed further.
