Gu Chensha flew in the air. He looked at the desolate scenery in front of him along the way and could not help but frown again.
The last time he came to the Eastern Land, it did not seem to be so barren.
But why was it so desolate now? It could even be said that there was not even a hint of inspiration.
What did the Daemon League do exactly?
After a long period of silence, he suddenly contacted them.
Gu Chensha wouldn't believe it if nothing fishy was going on.
But even if he knew that the Daemon League had a conspiracy, perhaps they were trying to divert the trouble, Gu Chensha didn't care.
How to save the Gu dynasty was what he needed to think about.
The Gu dynasty had been passed down for so long, yet they didn't even have the right to continue living in the Central Plains.