If they hadn't been subdued by Wen Zhixing, they might have been killed on the spot just now.
"Thank you, Master..."
Yun Xinyue also clasped her hands and placed them before her chest.
"Continue."
Si Nanyan didn't know Liu Qingxuan and wasn't as agitated, merely speaking quietly.
Feng Ruoli and Yun Xinyue exchanged glances and stood up as well.
Time ticked by, second by second.
In a secret chamber, Wen Miner was fully immersed in comprehending the Fortune Divine Devil Skill.
Sweat beaded her forehead.
The difficulty of cultivating the Fortune Divine Devil Skill was greater than she had imagined.
After so many days, she had only grasped a part of it. To truly master it, there was still a long way to go.
This made Wen Miner somewhat anxious. She feared running out of time.
There's a saying, "What you fear is what you get."
The next moment, the door of the secret chamber was forcibly opened.
"Who is it!"
Wen Miner was startled.
"Shan'er."
