Sima Yue glanced at Nangong Qianxi, shook his head helplessly, and took the lead, heading toward the right.
Feng Moxi couldn't help but sneer inwardly. 'What a fine plan, all to appease the Nangong Family.'
So, she turned and headed to the left. 'Let them all stick together. Maybe they'll even get into a fight.'
Dongfang Xuri thought for a moment, weighing the strength of the two groups, and found himself truly unwilling to side with Nangong Zhi.
So he followed behind Sima Yue.
Beyond the long corridor, a whole new scene opened up. Countless branching paths extended in all directions.
Ruined walls and broken ramparts were everywhere. The gardens and rockeries outside the corridor had all collapsed.
Weeds grew rampant.
She couldn't sense the slightest fluctuation of Spiritual Power. 'It seems this place has been empty for a long time, with no Spirit Plants.'
Meanwhile, Chaoyang and Nangong Zhi's group had already vanished without a trace.
