Song Ciwan couldn't spare much concern for Xie Yunxiang's condition. All she saw were more and more people passing through the crowd of Wooden Men, heading toward the wooden door at the base of the high tower.
She gave Xie Yunxiang a pull and immediately followed the crowd forward.
Xie Yunxiang hurriedly and carefully kept up. No matter how much the presence of Master Yan Zhu had shaken him, the only thing he could do now was stick close to Brother Xin Mian.
Illusory Nether City was too dangerous and unpredictable. Xie Yunxiang simply didn't have the courage to act alone.
The whispers of the Wooden Men still swirled faintly in his ears. Terrified, Xie Yunxiang followed Song Ciwan, watching as cultivators weaving through the crowd of Wooden Men would suddenly stumble and charge toward one of them.
