"..."

Xiao Chen looked at the old fortune teller. He was really awesome if he had the ability. He used the calmest tone and said the most pretentious words.

In about half an hour, Ona Forest is within easy reach.

Lines of spiritual consciousness swept back and forth.

"Dozens... at least dozens of gods are nearby, and this is only part of it."

Xiao Chen was secretly shocked, the strength of the West was beyond imagination.

But the old fortune teller is right, the Chinese ancient martial arts world should not benchmark itself against the entire West.

Not all Western gods are thinking about the Eastern Expedition.

"By the way, I forgot to take out the mask in case they don't recognize me."

The old fortune teller thought of something, took out a pile of masks, and picked through them.
Chapter completed!