Lu Mingshu lifted her head, staring blankly at the shadow.
He was truly just a shadow; one could clearly see the scenery behind him through his body.
"Did you hear what I said?" he spoke again.
The tone was very calm, but unmistakable in its authority.
The Nine Dragon Cauldron appeared: "Your Majesty." He bowed deeply.
Lu Mingshu blurted out: "The ruler?"
The ruler nodded: "Hurry, any later and you'll miss the opportunity."
Lu Mingshu gritted her teeth and decided to listen to him.
Xie Xingchen had already become semi-conscious from excessive blood loss, his eyes opened slightly as if he wanted to say something, but he lacked the strength to speak.
This space wasn't large, even smaller than the secret chamber of the Zhouliu Sect. There was no effort made to decorate with plants or trees, just a stretch of bare yellow soil.
In the center of the space, there lay an irregular stone, which looked quite ordinary.
