Today, the wind in Heavenly Tribulation Valley blew with a desolate chill.
"You, you wait a moment."
Looking at the junior brother before him who claimed to be a disciple of the Divination Sect, Ji Jinglei couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his brow.
Rumor had it that Spirit Turtle Peak was an inauspicious place, cursed by the Heavenly Dao. Anyone associated with the Divination Sect was doomed to suffer misfortune and a bloody calamity. But Brother Eighty-eight promised me this was a simple task! Just teaching the basics of Thunder Techniques to a new junior sister from Thunderclap Peak? How did it get tangled up with the accursed Divination Sect?
At this thought, Ji Jinglei, his face a mask of sorrow and indignation, immediately dialed Ji Eighty-eight's communication number.
After Ji Eighty-eight understood the situation, his expression instantly twisted into one of equal sorrow and indignation.
