In the room, Danxuan got up and went to the table. He poured himself a cup of warm tea and drank it all.

Looking back carefully on what happened before, Danxuan suddenly felt something wrong. Even if he is not a prisoner now, but after all, the Palace of the Extreme and the Magic Areas are both the saints of the people. How could such a place possibly regard itself as a devil as a guest?

"Not long here..." Danxuan's pupils shrivelled. He felt that he should run away as soon as possible. The farther he fled, the better. This is definitely not a place to stay for a long...