Right as Xie Tian went deeper in, outside the Xuanhuang Well everything was deathly silent.
Pang Xuan.
The three Dao Servants.
Including the black-robed man who knew about Xie Tian's little trick, all five of their minds were firmly occupied by a single word—
"In a breath."
In a breath, go down and back in the Xuanhuang Well.
And now, Xie Tian had already been in the well for the time it takes one incense stick to burn.
The gap between these two was almost like the difference between an Outer Sect Disciple of a first-rate sect and an Inner Sect Disciple of an Ancient Sect.
So Pang Xuan rubbed his somewhat numb face and once again looked at the black-robed man.
Because the phrase "in a breath" had been said by the other side.
"Daoist Black, is there really nothing you'd like to say to Pang at this moment?"
