Atop the Exquisite Magic Tower.
Lou Zhenxiao's brow was tightly furrowed. The Three-Color Mirror Wheel behind his head rippled faintly, betraying his turbulent emotions.
He couldn't help but deeply regret his Flying Foundation Establishment. Because his progress in cultivating the Lanmiaoze Divine Skill was slow, he had accepted Fu Lizi's kind offer and taken that Cloud-Water Mother Sand.
If not for that, why would he be suffering this torment now!
'A tribulation! This must be my tribulation!'
Lou Zhenxiao sighed softly, utterly helpless.
That saying, widely circulated within the Demon Dao Dharma Lineage, "Everything the world gives comes with a price, though it may be hidden in the shadows and not immediately obvious," was truly accurate.
If he hadn't formed this "friendship" with Fu Lizi, he could have just unleashed his sword and cleaved the man all the way back to the Mingcang Marsh!
