On the snowfield.
"Nan Li, even with the Law of Destiny, it can't possibly defy the basic rules of things, gathering everyone to the desolate land just to kill me, right?"
Wu Xiaode asked.
At this moment, he had a whole row of storage bags hanging from his waist, seven or eight storage jade rings on his hands, and dozens of space pendants around his neck, clinking against each other with a crisp ding.
Full.
Don't provoke me anymore—
There are so many good items, I can barely hold them anymore!
"Of course not, if that happened, the world would collapse on its own." Nan Li said.
"Then why do I keep running into people?" Wu Xiaode retorted.
"Actually, this snowfield is vast and boundless, and you've almost encountered all the few existences on it." Nan Li explained.
"What will happen if I continue to teleport?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"The Law of Destiny can't simply conjure up more people from thin air, but I think it's about to change its approach." Nan Li said.
Change approach?
