C177 The Wind of Time.
Feng Laixian's eyes narrowed slightly as he held the broadsword in his hand and said, "So that old thief is hiding in the Lost Plains. I'll go and kill him!"
"Wait, Host Feng, what I mean is that we can completely wait for him. In theory, as long as no one else enters the Lost Plains, he … Wait, there's a paradox here. Since he will come out sooner or later
