"Let's have a meeting, we must find a way to break the situation."
In the forest.
A bonfire was roasting the prey, and upon hearing these words, the three priests, led by Zhong Pan, simultaneously put down the roasted meat in their hands and looked at Zhao Douan.
A meeting? This term wasn't popular in Yu Country, but they all inexplicably found it quite appropriate.
Zhao Douan sat cross-legged on the ground, seriously looking at the three faces: "According to the calculations just now, even if we exhaust our last opportunity to teleport, the time remaining for us is possibly only eight hours... Well, that's being optimistic, and if we don't figure out a way to break this trap within this period, just running away is of little significance."
Indeed, running away is meaningless!
This is why Zhao Douan chose to sit down and eat at such a tense time:
