Translucent lights pa.s.s through the chaotic s.p.a.ce. Mist blocks the sunlight. People can only see things a few meters away. Lin Luoran and Yang Lisha sit cross-legged on the ground, together with Goldie and the cyan little fox.

　　To their surprise, they are the first team that gets back.

　　The loss of the ancient book of the monsters of wood at the last moment is a severe blow to Lin Luoran. Although her moral mind is tough, she feels sad and regretful for a long time. Mrs. Lin has already been fifty years old this year. Although she looks young, other schools regard a woman beginning to practice cultivation at her age as a waste of resources. Cultivation is a race with time. Lin Luoran feels a little bit helpless.