But just as it was about to leap out, another thunderclap boomed in the sky, and even earlier, lightning filled the entire sky.

Clearly, the construction had to stop here. The people on the bank left, and the river demon also had to leave.

The river water remained murky, and even when the demons swung their tails, they only splashed a few drops of water. Mu Dingshan glanced back, stared at the river, and ultimately turned and left without taking it seriously.

It was at this moment that, at the gate of Qingmang City, a pair of people, one old and one young, hurriedly arrived at Qingmang City, riding in a thatched hut and carrying a sign that read "Iron Mouth Predictions".

"Master, is it true that you said your destiny lies here? We traveled to two states over three months to get here."

The young man was glad he had driven the donkey at breakneck speed to get here; otherwise, they would have been soaked by the rain!

"Would I lie to you? If I say there's an opportunity, then it's definitely a great opportunity."

The old man had a plaster on his forehead, was shuffling around in tattered shoes, and looked rather unremarkable. His eyes were also strangely lifeless, appearing completely white.

"The news of Qingmang's Martial King opportunity has already spread, but let's not even think about it, okay? People will die!"

The young man was leading the donkey and sweeping the luggage for the two guards, but no one else heard their conversation.

"No, no, what is the opportunity of King Wu? What I seek is a secret of heaven. I have a premonition that I can help you open your Heavenly Eye in this city, so that you can truly become my disciple!"

The old man spoke with a smile, his eyes seemingly moving, but he failed to see that a white spider had quietly landed on his shoulder.

His compound eyes were filled with a predatory greed.