With a flick of his withered paw, the mountain of magical artifacts vanished, presumably stored in his storage ring. Then, he tiptoed to the ground and began to speak earnestly, with Li Si and the others following behind him, listening intently.
"Please follow me, everyone. This Qingyuan Tower is no ordinary place. I'm sure the wine boy has already told you something, so I won't say much more. In short, there's nothing here that we don't know. Senior, you started from Wulipo at the foot of the mountain, and I never expected you to make it all the way here. You're truly remarkable!"
hiss!
Li Si stopped abruptly, gasping for breath. This black rat looked unremarkable, but it actually had some tricks up its sleeve, even knowing where he came from. It seemed that Qingyuan Tower was not as simple as it appeared, and the owner of Qingyuan Tower was certainly no ordinary person!
Seeing Li Sisui suddenly stand frozen in place, Black Rat composed himself and lowered his head meekly again, saying:
"Senior, please be at ease. I was just speaking off the cuff. Please don't take it seriously. After all, the cultivators who can come here are all extraordinary and eager to improve their status. No one would use the name Wulipo, since it is the lowest level of this place. From the perspective of other mountain levels, people from there look more like country bumpkins..."
The senior was known as the Sword God of Wulipo, so naturally he had a special affection for that place. Therefore, it wouldn't be unreasonable to speculate on his origins, would it?
Li Si secretly breathed a sigh of relief and caught up with the main group in a few steps. It turned out that they had been tricked by his name. Even so, the information here was so well-informed that it was incomparable to ordinary places. It seemed that finding the entrance to Demon Mountain should be a piece of cake. If he could see the Demon Ancestor again this time, he would definitely make him bleed a lot!
The group walked in a line downhill, passing through old wooden buildings. The road continued downwards, with Uncle Hei leading the way, followed closely by Jiu Tong, then Diao Bao and Li Si Sui, and finally, Leng Ru Shuang, who had remained silent all along...
The demon race, a race that had once perished and disappeared, had reappeared in everyone's sight. Li Sisui looked at Uncle Hei walking ahead and couldn't help but fall into deep thought...
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