C1988 Blood Sea Thunder Prison

Facing Jiang Ting's inquiry, the silver drawing did not reject it. Instead, it looked towards the depths of the mountain as it replied.

Jiang Ting's expression immediately froze and he became dumbfounded … Good people, oh no, good Shura! He still hadn't asked anything, but the silver map had already been revealed.

Thunder? Where there was danger, there would often be opportunity. In addition