C117 Master Zhong!

Thirty minutes had passed, and we found ourselves at the entrance of Quanzhou Jade Carving Street.

"Wuwuwu, we're finally here. I swear, from now on, I'll take the police officer's advice," Zeng Ziyuv choked out, his relief palpable as if he were a traveler who had stumbled upon an oasis in the desert. His face bore the look of one who had narrowly escaped calamity.

Behind him