The Evil Wind howled, yellow sand filled the sky.
A few miles away from the Three-Defense Main Fortress, a small boat only three meters long unfurled a cloud sail of Pale Fire, quickly heading into the distance.
Almost simultaneously, within the Three-Defense Main Fortress, Xiong Wang Shou and two other old criminal prisoners opened their eyes in unison.
After exchanging a glance, one old criminal prisoner chuckled indifferently; having lived for tens of thousands of years, they knew exactly what tricks that Qingxue the little Array Master wanted to play, as easy to guess as using one's heel.
She thought she was being discreet, but in reality, it was just self-deception, desperately seeking a cure.
But so what? What does it have to do with him?
