"I wonder if Lin Banyang and Wang Jiyun, those two old fellows, have arrived..."
This is an area shrouded in thick fog.
Within the endless fog, it seemed a gateway, standing staunch against time and space, was erected.
In front of the gate, at this moment, a middle-aged man with a mustache spoke to himself in a murmur.
He was none other than the God Emperor of the Gold-Devouring Rat Clan, Shule Haorong!
Behind him stood another middle-aged man who was gnawing on Divine Medicine.
It was Ao Wushuang!
"God Emperor, do you think those people can get in?"
"I doubt it..."
Ao Wushuang spoke while he ate, unable to help himself.
In fact, he quite liked places like this...
Divine Medicines lay everywhere for him to take. His cultivation level soared upward, and what's more, it was safe!
He would never have to worry about encountering that bizarre little mountain village.
Nor would he have to worry about meeting that Big Black Dog!
What a beautiful life, what a perfect utopia!