Sanctuary—One Thousand and Four Hundred Kilometers

"Tsk, how careless I am."

Up in the air above the Underworld, a ghostly voice echoed past a Skeleton Dragon that was flapping its wings lazily.

The giant beast suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark flame nervously. Under the curious watch of its dragon companions, the Skeleton Dragon turned its head sideways then backward anxiously to find no one. After half a minute later, the Dragon swallowed back the flame and suffered the doubtful look in its companions' eyes.

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Qin Ruo distanced himself from the flocks of Skeleton Dragons. He could not tell how regretful he was. This was not how he had imagined it to be. He reckoned that with his Ring of Honor and Aquawings, he could definitely survive the Underworld and find the other campsite as well as Black Jail's members in no time. Then, together, they would search for the path back to the Buried City.