"I don't know what the Holy Tower is, I only know that the way you survive makes me feel disgusted!" Quan He still had a cold expression.
"It's not survival, just going along with the tide, that's all." The withered wood figure said indifferently.
"Then what is the tide?" Suddenly, a somewhat unfamiliar voice came from beside the two.
The withered wood figure and Quan He both instantly focused their attention, seeing a large hole had somehow appeared in the inner wall of the circular cavity.
A tall and burly figure slowly walked in.
The figure was wearing a white Daoist robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders, fair skin, a black eye patch over the right eye, and a left eye that was purple like glass.
"Yu Hong!!" Quan He exclaimed in surprise. "Why did you come back!? Leave quickly, this is not a situation you can handle!!"
