"The Western Realm..."
Lü Zhong heard the words and instantly lost interest in the drink in his hand.
For some unknown reason, all the news about the Western Realm that reached the Southern Barbarian lands was the complete opposite of the truth. It was clearly a living hell, yet it was portrayed as a paradise on earth.
It had even made him wonder if the place he had arrived at via the Transmission Array was the real Western Realm.
But after consulting a series of ancient texts, Lü Zhong was certain that the other side of the Poisonous Insect Valley's Transmission Array was indeed west of Central Earth—the one and only Western Realm Cultivation Realm.
'Forget it. Best not to probe too deeply,' Lü Zhong thought to himself.
Even that Loose Cultivator he had just met understood that loose lips sink ships. As a dignified Core Formation Cultivator, he couldn't let his own rampant curiosity lead him into danger.
