"Speak."
" The beast marks on the ground are so dense. The center of the mirage should be tens of thousands of miles ahead. It's more dangerous. Should we make adjustments in this area before continuing? "
"No, another three thousand miles."
“..”
Rong Mo's unsuppressed hearing ability had heard the entire conversation of this group of people. Thus, he knew that the old man with a goatee was the Seventh Elder of the Sword Pavilion.
If these people walked another three thousand miles, they would be at the place where they were now. After Rong Mo saw and heard everything clearly, he said slowly, " The people from the Sword Pavilion are coming. "
"Sword Pavilion?"
Wang Chenxiao sensed carefully and did not find any aura of the Sword Pavilion Swordsman! However, Rong Mo had told them the distance and the number of people.