After a day of travel, they didn't encounter any obstacles.
Ahead, thirty miles away, was the true territory of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.
But at this moment, in the deserted wilderness, a luminous pearl as large as a human head suddenly appeared?
Fortunately, everyone had their own thoughts and didn't observe carefully. After receiving the order, they immediately started setting up tents.
Brant Fairbanks seemed a bit crazy, trembling as he held the letter!
"Dean, I'll patrol the area," Julius Reed spoke up.
"Good!"
Brant Fairbanks responded perfunctorily.
He was excited!
How could the problem that had troubled him for so long be solved so easily?
"Tennyson Hawthorne, call a few academy disciples and bring them to my tent!"
He spoke excitedly, not paying attention to Julius Reed's words.
Under the moonlight, the luminous pearl was particularly dazzling.
Julius Reed quietly approached.
