On the summit of Duzun Peak stood a grand hall with green-tiled roofs.
Within the hall was a delicate pond, inside which grew three white lotuses that appeared almost like illusions.
At this moment, Zhou Tong, the general of the Heavenly Craft Camp at Duzun Peak, was sitting cross-legged beside the pond.
His eyes were closed, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned in a sinister smile.
"This is troublesome!" Fei Zhao, dressed in a brown Daoist robe, stood at the entrance of the hall, his brows tightly knitted.
"Senior Sister, still no contact with the Sect Master?" He turned to look at Li Jiu beside him.
"The Heavenly Gate is damaged, the Star Lord's power is blocked, and the Border Shelter Star is too far from the Heavenly Gate Star. In the short term..." Li Jiu shook her head, her face looking grim.
Fei Zhao's expression changed: "Senior Brother Zhou has already fallen to this plague. Could it be that we..."
