Jiang Chen was enslaved, his fate controlled by others.
He was looking for a way to escape, but his captors had too many experts. There was simply no way to get away.
In fact, one wrong move could cost him his life.
He could only remain quietly in the crowd with Zhan Yang and the others.
"Crown Prince, despite the Flame Dragon, we did manage to obtain the key to that Secret Hall."
"As long as we avoid the Flame Dragon, we'll have plenty of opportunities to get the Black Fire."
Grand General Ming Zhe said this to Wen Shixuan.
They had never given up on their goal: the Black Fire.
Wen Shixuan nodded.
"That's right. The key to the Secret Hall."
As he spoke, Wen Shixuan flicked his fingers, and a black Jade Talisman appeared in his hand.
On the black Jade Talisman was a single, cryptic character.
No one knew what this character truly represented, but Wen Shixuan was certain that this very Jade Talisman had guided him here.
He studied the Jade Talisman carefully.
