"I've got some bad news for you. The Secret Realm is about to close. If you keep ambushing people like this, you're just throwing your lives away.
I'm done wasting words on you. I've found it."
At Zhang Deming's words, the old man's face fell.
But then, one of the vines wrapped around the old man moved, pulling a small, round tube from his robes.
'What is this?'
'A Fire-Folding?'
Zhang Deming frowned as he examined the object.
Even under his Spiritual Eye, the thing looked like a perfectly ordinary Fire-Folding—the kind people used to start fires in the old days.
'What the hell?'
He observed it with his Spiritual Eye for a long time but found nothing unusual.
And yet, there were no other strange items on this group of Martial Artists; this was the only thing they all carried.
Moreover, if he recalled correctly, he'd seen this same object from afar during the ambush on the road to Celestial Spirit City.
