บท 572: A Bamboo Stick Bridges Across Time and Space

As he spoke, Ghost Hand flicked his sleeve, and bolts of lightning instantly formed and fell.

After continuously bombarding this place, he let out a cold snort and left.

Xu Qing glanced at the Wood Spirit Race member whose body was mostly shattered on the ground. He then retracted his gaze and followed him.

On the ground, the huge withered tree face revealed a bitter expression. As its body trembled and swayed, its gaze landed on Xu Qing's departing back.

"There's actually a thread of spiritual luck on his right wrist…"

Several hours later, at the end of this small world, Ghost Hand and Xu Qing ended their trip.

Before he left, Xu Qing requested Ghost Hand to let him experience the feeling of enduring the rules alone.

After all, this was something he had to complete in the future. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to patrol alone and would have to follow others every time. If so, it would be meaningless for him to become an Area C Pawn.