s such treasures.Time flies.No one has ever come out of Huaxian Lake.Qin Sangmo calculated the time. The closer it got to closing time at Qisha Hall, the more he felt uneasy waiting here like this. It...ear.Then, I discovered that as it sped, the ghostly mist gradually shrunk and its aura weakened, seeming to be the result of burning its essence for speed."What's the use of this"Qin Sang was doubtful...