In the depths of the Hundred Lands Mountain Range, a forbidden zone that Li Boyang had never set foot in.
"I thought you would choose to play dumb again, like before?"
Bathed in the long-lost sunlight, Li Boyang spread his arms and walked on the auspicious clouds, traversing the blue sky and white clouds together with Xiluo.
Beside them, the face of a blue kingfisher revealed a touch of human-like helplessness.
"Not playing dumb, just lacking the capability."
"This time, the flood is not just a water disaster initiated by Wuzhiqi."
"It is also a cycle of natural operation, a manifestation of the will of heaven and earth."
"It originates from the Kunlun Ruins, a backlash against the wanton changes in mountains and rivers by the Great Xia Gods, and our Hundred Lands Mountains are merely collateral damage."
Seeing Li Boyang listening seriously and Xiluo with an indifferent face, the kingfisher emphasized again.
