Lord Xia Yu, who had carved the formation patterns in the outer area of their home planet, followed the trajectory of the meteorite and landed on the island behind Zhang Ruochen. Her clothes fluttered.
Seeing the inscriptions on the meteorite, her eyes darkened. "It's a trap. You can't go."
Zhang Ruochen sat on the reef calmly. "Whether it's a trap or not, I have to go."
"Are you crazy?"? At the festival, Xu had suffered so much at your hands. He must be holding a grudge. "After that, you stole his Quasi-Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill. If I were him, I wouldn't endure it. I would try every means to kill you."
Then Lord Xia Yu said, "If you go to the home planet of the Ghost Clan, you'll be walking into a trap. Whether you can defeat Xu or not, you won't be able to leave that planet alive in the end."
Zhang Ruochen stood up and said, "You should have confidence in me."