"Alright, this meeting is adjourned."
The gods present all breathed a sigh of relief, then scattered.
However, on the ceiling of this grand hall,
a terrifying figure, blood-red all over and with eight legs, had a look of interest in its eyes.
She gazed deep into the void, and in the next instant, her figure vanished.
...
...
At this moment, Han Xing and the others were still hurrying through the void.
They had already covered hundreds of millions of kilometers in the Silent Star River.
Han Xing asked, "Samoyed, how much farther is it to Silent City from here?"
Moya turned her head and replied, "Master, we're close, probably about a day left in the journey."
Han Xing nodded.
At this moment, Moya said worriedly, "Master, I'm a bit concerned. We've consecutively slain Borco and wiped out the Bone-Eroding Griffin Race. This might incite hostility from the Ten Thousand Realms Alliance, that is, Silent City."
Han Xing asked in confusion, "Oh? Why?"
