Crash.
Ximen City, Ning Zheng withdrew the Three Flowers and opened his eyes in the inn.
He went downstairs to check out, left the inn, and disappeared into the crowd, still not planning to visit Xirong Academy.
However, along the street, the sounds of conversations filled the alleys:
"By the way, have you heard? Our continent's Ancient Language Sect took the ark with three thousand seven hundred elders and crashed fiercely into the [Divine Mountain Rift Valley]."
"What? This Great Sect wants to flatten the cannibalistic forbidden zone of Xinyi State?"
"Yes, previously, this was absolutely impossible! After all, most of the combat power of a Holy Land is with the elders at the mountain gate city wall, defensively strong but offensively weak! But now, the whole family of elders has been dispatched!"
"Truly, the ancestors bless us!" Someone was incredibly excited, for it was a destined glorious era, and they felt fortunate to live in this time.
