When Qin Ming heard such rumors, he chuckled quietly. The status of a Great Grandmaster is transcendent, all of them being renowned figures, yet there are such stubborn individuals with an iron head, truly...
In summary, no matter who comes, once the time exceeds the limit, they have to huddle up, forced to assimilate into the indigenous population here.
Qin Ming frowned as he understood all the rules; those old friends... they have definitely overstayed.
The wild Tang Yushang, the savage Xiang Bai the wild Pei Gong's return to nature, these are no longer fantasies, they very likely have already become reality.
Qin Ming raced swiftly, advancing into the depths of Wild Immortal Realm, occasionally engaging in Divine Travel, traversing in all directions, searching for familiar faces.
He traced in various directions, constantly inquiring and piecing together fragments of information, forming a rough direction.
Along the way, he discovered the clans of the Zhili Ape Demon.
