As soon as Chen Bing saw Lu Zhao's expression, she immediately felt something was wrong and quickly snatched the "Reflection of the North Star" from Lu Zhao's hand and threw it aside.
Without the "Reflection of the North Star," Lu Zhao suddenly went crazy, but Chen Bing firmly pinned him to the seat.
"Old Lu! Old Lu!"
Cold as she was, she couldn't help but call out urgently.
Fortunately, after struggling for a bit, Lu Zhao's eyes gradually regained clarity.
"I... I just now... huff, huff... what happened just now?" Lu Zhao gasped heavily, repeatedly asking about his previous state.
"You fell into the layers!" Chen Bing said through gritted teeth.
Lu Zhao's spine chilled: "I understand... I understand... Let go of me first."
"We must leave immediately..." Lu Zhao said in horror, his gaze falling from Chen Bing to Jin Jiuyao, then to Chen Xue, "Yes, we must... Crap!"
His gaze landed on Chen Bing, and he suddenly showed signs of breathlessness.
