"Fairy Molan is right. This secret realm is a bit strange, and it probably won't let us leave so easily. Judging from our previous battles, it's dying for every single one of us who entered here to die here," Jiandan said in a deep voice, spinning the storage ring on her finger.
"Amitabha! This old monk agrees with Fairy Ziyan's conjecture."
Jinghui spoke up in support.
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