Ming Feizhen pulled for dear life to stop his steed from bolting off. “Oh, never imagined Liu Shan Men’s captain would want to be an osmanthus cake seller.”
[Wake up, dumbass! Wake up! Train your energy control! Hurry, you lazy bum!] The Godfather shouted with all of his might as he circled Ainsley and Cellino, who was still lying on the bed, sleeping.
"Sub Leader, aren't we aiming to be the first to clear layer twenty-nine?" Zhao Yanzhi asked in confusion. Based on their progress, they were surely lagging behind the first division, who had entered the cave four hours before them.
However, for Ainsley, that didn't seem to be the case. Her energy source, that 3-coloured marble, still glowed brightly with each colour full of vitality.
Ye Liushang slowly stood up and looked at Jian Ai, as if sizing up the Sect Master. His eyes were incomparably deep, but they did not make people feel oppressed.
Ainsley clasped her hands together in front of her chin, praying so that she would be lucky. When the girl closed her eyes, another faint golden light flashed from her glabella.
Ming Feizhen pulled for dear life to stop his steed from bolting off. “Oh, never imagined Liu Shan Men’s captain would want to be an osmanthus cake seller.”
Their focus was actually on which spirit Ainsley made a pact with. It's a common knowledge that the strength of a shaman relied on the dead spirit that they managed to contract.