Zhou Qing nodded and, under the watchful eyes of the three, entered the Gravity Zone with a demeanor likened to a heroic warrior embarking on a journey from which there was no return.
"This time, I got lucky?"
Upon entering, Zhou Qing was pleasantly surprised to find that no Wandering Souls appeared this time.
He had been looking forward to a good fight.
"Guess I won't hold back then!" Zhou Qing began to advance bit by bit against the pressure.
Sweating profusely as he passed through the Gravity Zone, he noticed that the stone mill was indeed long gone.
After moving a certain distance, he came across the reopened tunnel.
Shaking his head, he traversed the passageway skillfully.
Seeing the familiar sight before him, he let out a long sigh of relief, then swiftly jumped into the Blood River, grabbing three Dead Crows to place on his shoulders and head. After securing them, he endured the stench of rot and swiftly swam to the riverbank.
