Mingjiang Prefecture, Miyang Wooden Pier,
It was already deep into the night, and due to the clear weather, the bright moon cast a frosty white glow on Zhou Xuan's body.
Lord Jian, the Painter, and others were not as clear-headed as the moonlight; they all worried about Zhou Xuan's safety.
Ever since Zhou Xuan had embarked on a Divine Soul Day Trip to seek Yunwu Venerable, four full hours had passed.
"Lord Jian, do you think something might have happened?"
The Painter wanted to tear open space to search for Zhou Xuan, but his Space Law seemed not to include the tens of thousands of feet underground of Mingjiang Prefecture.
"Young Master Xuan is destined for great things. What are you afraid of?"
Lord Jian spoke with confidence, though deep down, he was somewhat uneasy.
At that moment, Zhou Xuan's Divine Soul Day Trip returned, and he opened his eyes. The crowd, upon seeing his movement, hurriedly gathered around him.
"Young Master, are you alright?"
