873 The Dish in the Palace

The chain shaking was beyond Bu Fang's estimation.

Bu Fang hadn't thought that someone would appear on this empty chain. Not only that, but that person seemed to want to stop him from getting to the bronze palace.

Bu Fang frowned, his eyes falling on the figure that had just appeared on the chain.

Meanwhile, the chain shook harder, giving him a hard time. If he were careless, he would definitely fall into that blood-red lake.

It was shadow shrouded in a black cloak, which looked old and shabby with torn and frayed hems. As that person was concealed inside the cloak, Bu Fang couldn't see his or her form.

A moment later, that shadow lifted its head, releasing bone-chilling laughter. It seemed he was content.

His laughter irritated Bu Fang.

The other didn't want him to get to the bronze palace? Was there something he wanted to protect?