Ye Shuli and Jiang Ye exchanged a glance, the air crackling with a current appropriately named "stirring up trouble."
"Let's go, let's take a look!" Ye Shuli's lips curved upward as she took the lead, walking toward the pillar of light piercing the sky.
Fortune favors the bold; if you don't court death every now and then, can you really call yourself a transmigrator?
Chapter 392