C143 Cunninghamia Lanceolata Thunb

On the shore of the Penglai Sea, the September weather was even more abnormal than in the past. On the edge of the sea, a cold wind blew the moisture of the deep sea realm onto the shore, causing people to shiver.

Ren Pingsheng and the others were already standing in their designated positions. They had thoroughly studied the map on the ancient sheepskin scroll