In the Purgatory World, patience is competition. Anyone who is anxious, restless, whose whereabouts are even slightly obvious, might find themselves being watched by others on some later day. Once they did that, they were in danger. Zhi Gong was truly very cautious now. She had no choice. She was just a lone, weak Fourth-level General. If the seven parts of her body fused completely with her own body, maybe she could walk openly on the Eastern Battlefield, and even roam the enemy-held Western Battlefield.
"You're the one who's not in a hurry." Qin Feng ground his teeth.
