The four chatted late into the night. Zhou Leng and Molten Hammer left and headed towards the fortress.
Halfway there, a group of people approached.
"Zhou Leng," Zhao He greeted with a smile.
"Second Young Master Zhao," Zhou Leng responded.
"How did you get a spot in the Divine Blood Lava?" Zhao He and his followers looked curious, some even looked resigned.
Going in and out of the Spiritual Lake in the Demon Spirit World was one thing, but to enter the Steel Dwarves' Divine Blood Lava as well.
For a Martial Artist, the value of the Divine Blood Lava was even higher than the Spiritual Lake in the Demon Spirit World.
Zhou Leng said, "I was lucky. I had gotten a small contribution from the Ancient King's Treasure before."
"This 'small' contribution of yours seems anything but small," Zhao He looked at Zhou Leng, fully understanding that the martial arts resources Zhou Leng hid were incredibly terrifying.
