At this moment, the sun was setting in the west, the afterglow of the evening illuminating the sky filled with red clouds.
In the valley below the mountain cave lay many people.
On the lush green grass, some had already died, and others were seriously injured, staying in place to heal.
Lu Xiaolu drifted to the entrance of the cave, appearing exceptionally conspicuous.
She was now dressed in a gray robe, with an average appearance, looking quite ordinary.
The experts sitting in the valley healing their injuries glared at her angrily.
Such a huge upheaval must mean the cave mansion has been breached.
This was the best opportunity. Unable to move due to their injuries, they could only watch as someone else took advantage.
They cursed inwardly, calling her a damn woman who could hold her nerve, striking at this critical moment to seize a great bargain.
Lu Xiaolu was about to rush in and take a look when a blue figure flashed—it was Chu Zhiyuan who appeared.
