There was a giant pavilion in the Flaming Prison City, like a royal palace standing tall. Although there was some damage to the building, it was still preserved well. Now, Ye Futian was staying in the middle pavilion. In the various ancient temples in the pavilion, many people who were cultivating in the Holy Road had gathered there.
In the past three days, Ye Futian had solved 49 relics and nobody doubted his ability to decipher the relics anymore. Following Ye Futian in their cultivation was the right choice.
Presently, all kinds of people could be found in the pavilion, good or bad. At that moment, before the middle pavilion, where Ye Futian's group was, Li Qingyi walked over and asked, "Futian, there are many people asking when you will continue to solve the relics."
"No hurry," Ye Futian looked into the distance and replied. Li Qingyi looked worried and said uneasily, "Futian, has the commotion become too huge?"