Stopping in place like this, waiting in the darkness for quite some time, Chan Zi remained silent, standing there without any anxiety, as if he never considered what would happen if the magic didn't work, or if the fat man deceived him and left him alone in this boundless darkness.
Chan Zi was neither simple-minded nor unafraid; his master had taught him since he was a child that a man without trust cannot stand.
Yes, a man must fulfill his promises.
After waiting for another quarter of an hour, the talisman paper placed at the center of his forehead suddenly moved and patted him.
So Chan Zi stepped forward, feeling himself stepping onto a stairway.
Oh, it's that Platform of Emperors.
Chan Zi ascended the platform step by step, counting eighty-one steps in his heart before finally reaching the flat ground, and then he successfully felt the snake statue under guidance.
