The small vehicle on Fox Mountain was forcibly sent in by the Iron Armor Butterfly, bypassing the entrance of the treasure vault, apparently not counted in the competition mechanism.
The competition mechanism didn't consider Fox Mountain at all.
"This vault space is too large; I wonder who the last survivor will be and what wish they want to make?"
Bai Mo sighed, lying on the chair, squinting his eyes, frowning, always ready to bring the disciples back to Fox Mountain!
...
The Seven-Story Wooden Pagoda in the boundless wind and snow is not conspicuous, even covered with a shell of snow, with mildew spots, decaying and cracking.
In the current world, any small park might have a taller and better tower than this.
Yu Cui, wearing a raincoat woven from dry grass, knelt in front of the tower, kowtowed without rising, and began to speak.
He remembered his master's teachings, he did not mention his wish first, but talked about other things first.
