Then they watched as the Eighth City began to dissipate.
Silently and noiselessly.
In the end, only a wall engraved with the marks of the Dao remained.
At this moment, Zhantai Guyue and the others were utterly bewildered, as if they had understood everything, yet understood nothing at all.
They looked toward Jiang Hao in front of them.
Jiang Hao seemed to sense something as well and turned to look at them.
"Fellow disciple Zhantai, do you have a question?" Jiang Hao asked softly.
Zhantai Guyue nodded instinctively, but then felt it was a bit rude, so shook his head again.
"Go ahead, there's no issue." Jiang Hao smiled.
"Jiang, do you know Jiang Hao Tian?" Zhantai Guyue asked tactfully.
Jiang Hao laughed and said, "When I travel, the name I use isn't fixed. Last time, I used the name Jiang Hao Tian."
In an instant, the minds of the four were bombarded, rendering them unable to think.
