Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth. Zhou Qing and Lu Yaoyao bowed respectfully and took leave with a sense of sentiment.
"I forgot to ask what and where the Starry Battlefield is?" Zhou suddenly felt a pang of regret.
But on second thought, he abandoned the idea. Considering that Master Xuanqing, even as a ninth-level Array Master, had perished there, the danger of that place could be imagined.
Knowing too much might affect his Dao Heart.
"It is the last stronghold!"
Master Xuanqing's voice abruptly echoed without any warning, startling both of them.
"Are you dead or not?" Zhou glanced into the darkness and shouted.
But this time, there was no further response.
Zhou simply sat down on the ground. Lu Yaoyao dared not say anything more, just cautiously surveying their surroundings.
As midnight arrived, observing the scroll, jade bottle, and Thunder Pool before him, Zhou pondered for a long time before first identifying the scroll.
