Chen Nuanyu was still in shock.
She almost got killed by that ferocious giant.
How is Zhang Fusheng doing now?
She was lost in thought, standing in front of the magnificent Taoist Palace, nodding in greeting to the others,
although shadows obscured each of them, they could still recognize each other's figures.
Huh?
She suddenly raised an eyebrow.
Why is there an extra one?
Du Mingsheng, on the second seat, Huang Qiuxian on the third seat, and Shi Zhengyuan on the fourth seat also looked at the additional person at the same time,
who was curiously observing the place, gazing at the magnificent Taoist Palace, reading the words on the plaque.
"Eight Sceneries Palace..."
The newcomer was greatly amazed, where had this sign brought him?
"Who are you?" he asked curiously.
No one answered him.
The grand doors of the Taoist Palace opened with a rumble, accompanied by the softest of sounds, ethereal and ethereal, the newcomer followed the others into the Taoist Palace,
