"Dead end!"
When he came here last time, there was still a path. The Demon race had invaded through a similar abyss passage. This time, it was gone.
Zhou Chuan hadn't taken the deity statue with him; there were special restrictions placed upon it. He had come to the Desolate Realm to look for something, not to invite trouble. Having been fooled like a fool for so long, he had thought about revenge, but considering how formidable his enemies were, he had chosen to lie low.
At a distance of about eight thousand feet, the white tiger was stuck there, waiting.
"You're back!" The white tiger greeted Zhou Chuan's return with some excitement, yet also a trace of anger, a slight murderous intent rising within it.
"Do you want to leave this place?" Zhou Chuan asked out of the blue.
"What?" Haotian was dumbfounded.
"Do you want to, or not?" Zhou Chuan pressed.
"I..." Having built no trust, Haotian didn't know how to answer.
Chapter 1868