In the wind and snow, a jeep traversed the mountain range, driving out of the military zone in the mountains.
Inside the car, Su Mu rested with his eyes closed, though not entering a cultivation state, but merely a state of introspection, researching in his sea of consciousness how to let the black smoke divide and proliferate.
The driver's hands on the steering wheel trembled slightly, and he occasionally glanced at the rear seat through the rearview mirror.
In the back seat, Gaoshan City had four people, three of whom were Grandmasters. Just a stomp from them would cause tremors in Gaoshan City, and the person who had not yet become a Grandmaster had an even greater background.
The driver felt immense pressure, little knowing at that moment that the three superficially calm Grandmasters were under even greater pressure.
