Early the next morning, as the dawn glowed, a black sedan was driving down a country road.
Senior Brother Fu was dragged along to be the driver; Yang Qingqing sat in the back seat, gazing out at the fields, lost in thought.
Du Yu was fully equipped—he wore a fitted gray combat suit, its high collar covering the lower half of his face, and over that, a Beard Tree Cloak, with the hood pulled low to conceal the upper half of his face…
Hmm, he looked like someone who didn't want to show his face to the world.
In his arms, Du Yu also held Demon Soldier Qing Peak, staring at the fields whizzing by outside the window, his fingers absently rubbing the handle of his bow.
"Don't be nervous." Fu Jianzhou smiled gently, glancing at Du Yu with reassuring warmth, "The Shadow Gu Tower has been around for four months now. Countless Demon Tamers have gone in, but to this day, there still hasn't been a single death."
Hearing this, Du Yu nodded.
