C877 The first generation pavilion master was empty

The pitch-black cave seemed to have no end.

The endless loneliness and desolation seemed to be recounting the endless years and years that had passed here.

He lightly stepped forward and continued to grope his way forward. His eyes were useless in here and even his mystical Qi could not penetrate it. At this moment, Qin Shaojie only felt that he was just an unremarkable mortal