"No, you should do it, Brother Golden Wolf."
Meng Ningzi had already conceded. She had no choice but to be impressed—the treasures in her Qiankun Bag were just too tempting. While they meant little to the Meng Family, the experience itself was certainly unique.
Yongwu Gorge was deep within the Inner Sea. The entire environment was filled with a strange, oppressive force, and the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves echoed from time to time. The biggest problem was that Magic was disrupted here, especially Heart Spirit Magic.
"I'll do it," Yi Qinwen volunteered. "Before we came, I specifically asked where the Sleeping Rock Pure Lotus was. This way."
The others remained silent as the group followed Yi Qinwen.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before they caught a distinct, fragrant scent. There, on a cliff face, a pure white lotus was blooming in all its beauty.
"We've reached our destination. You can go ahead."
