C70 The Treasury of the Lost City

"If you don't know the way, then why are you still wandering around? We've entered a dead end here!" A look of frustration appeared on Huo Li's face. His tone was filled with shame, anger, and anxiety.

"Why don't you take it?"

Huo Li was silent. In any case, the one walking right in front was the White Ice Marten. If it was going to die, the White Ice Marten would die first