For a moment, the atmosphere was somewhat awkward. Zhuu Xiangrong only felt as if his cheeks were being scorched by earth fire, burning with pain.
Jia Yu scratched his head and said suspiciously:
"That's not right. I asked Junior Brother Lin, and he clearly stated he wouldn't come."
The other party was cultivating at a crucial time node and couldn't be distracted.
Silver light approached from afar, and in a moment, it arrived at Red Flame Peak, circling half a lap over the Cold Pool before landing directly in the bamboo forest.
Li Haoran, dressed in a profound black Daoist robe, had eyes as deep as an autumn lake. The moment he landed, all his aura was retracted, and he slightly lifted the corners of his mouth:
"I returned at just the right time, encountering the eruption of Red Flame Peak again!"
Last time when the volcano erupted, he obtained some resources, and after refining, he elevated his flying sword to the tier two spiritual artifact level.
