His Name Was Wen Ming

Outside the Eighth Palace.

In the wilderness.

The tent of the Red Coat rustled in the cold wind.

The rain poured down.

In recent days, other than the day when the White Cave extradimensional space opened, the rest of the days almost rained continuously.

This place was already quite desolate.

As the White Cave opened, the number of people staying decreased sharply, and the surroundings became even more gloomy.

Hum!

In the secondary tent, a wheel suddenly shook violently, waking up the drowsy Red Coat guard.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a hood. His hands were curled up between his sleeves, and he was drooling.

However, when the wheel shook violently, he bounced up as if he had been electrocuted.

"He's here?"

The Red Coat couldn't hide his panic.