one man steps on the heavenly path, wants to ascend the immortal platform and meet a wondrous spirit

"ten minutes have passed ..."

"half an hour has passed ..."

"it's been an hour ..."

on the pure white stone square, the group of people were unsettled. they no longer had the thought of deep meditation or casual conversation.

among them, song yang, qiuzi, and hua yi were the most anxious.

"it's been two hours ... why isn't he out yet ..."

" with this time, a conservative estimate would be that he should have broken through the 15th gate, right? "

" if he's more daring, he wouldn't be hovering around the seventeenth or even the eighteenth stone tablet, right? " someone asked.

song yang stood in the wind, confused.

this bet was a one-thousand-percent sure loss.

don't hold any hope!

" hehe, old song, winning and losing are the norm in life. calm down, calm down! "

lausley smiled. " i wonder who this rabbit-faced master is. "