As he thought about it, he couldn't help but recall those four faces, those eight gazes.
In his mind, those eight gazes remained undimmed, as clear as if they were right in front of him.
Clearly they were statues, yet these four faces were vivid, as if alive.
Especially the eight gazes, which contained astonishing spiritual power.
These eight gazes continued to intertwine endlessly.
If it weren't for the Divine Essence, if his spiritual power wasn't strong enough, and without the protection of the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree, he would never have been able to withstand their gazes.
"Junior Brother, we're leaving now." Zhang Ji Yuan stood up: "Are you sure you don't need our help?"
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and shook his head: "Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Ning, where are you going?"
"We're just going around, seeing if we can find any successors."
"Isn't that impossible?"
Zhang Ji Yuan said, "Who knows, we might encounter someone like Qingyu."
