"Three hundred Innate... Is Deep Dark Fury really playing seriously?" Jade Wings said, clenching his legs, his urge to urinate surging, and he turned to look for a place.
"Martial Stone-man..." Zhou Leng pondered carefully.
The profane boy said, "After all, it's a test from the Starfield Sect, being powerful is normal."
Jade Wings secretly walked to Zhou Leng's side and whispered, "Cyan Dragon Master, should we team up and escape?"
"What do you think?" Zhou Leng responded coldly.
"It's over, it's over..." Jade Wings moaned loudly.
Once the profane boy left, Zhou Leng looked towards Snow Mountain Rock.
"In the camp, has anyone spoken ill of me behind my back?" Zhou Leng asked.
Snow Mountain Rock was sweating profusely and said, "Not exactly speaking ill, just some new Demons who don't know the rules."
"Ice Snow Divine Sect doesn't tolerate profanity. Take me there to set the rules!"
