Not far away, two groups of people were rapidly approaching the Rainbow Bridge.
One group belonged to Dazhu Peak.
The other was Senior Sister Lu Xueqi.
Why were they here?
Zhang Yuan pondered slightly, and an idea instantly formed in his mind. Just as he prepared to withdraw his Mind's Eye, a sudden, intense itch flared up deep within his eye sockets—right beneath his eyeballs, as if something was trying to grow out, yet fell just short of fully forming.
Chapter 17