"Mr. Huo, thank you for saving the young master and us, thank you."

Immediately afterwards, Ke'er also kowtowed to the void three times, with a hint of sadness in his tone.

Although Ke'er had never been in contact with Mr. Huo before, and did not know the existence of Mr. Huo, the actions of Mr. Huo also made the kind-hearted Ke'er feel sad.

"Lao Huo?"

After learning the ins and outs of the matter, Gan Ruyan also knelt down and kowtowed three times to the void with a solemn expression.

At this moment, some of the doubts in her heart were solved.

No wonder Duan Lingtian felt that it was the tower spirit fire of the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda who saved them from under the eyes of the leader of the Fire Worship Cult and sent them back to the Daowu Holy Land at the cost of his life.

It was really because of everything Duan Lingtian had experienced before that he could only guess and think like this!

Apart from that, he couldn't think of any other possibility.

Most importantly, he discovered that the connection between himself and the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda no longer existed.

Unless the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda is destroyed, how can it lose contact with him as its master?

But, is this really the truth of the matter?

The upper reaches of the Daowu Holy Land, the Western Region, somewhere outside the Zoroastrian Cult's headquarters.

A young man in blood-clothed clothes stood in the sky, and in his hand lay a small, exquisite seven-story tower.

If Duan Lingtian were here, he would definitely be able to recognize him at a glance:
Chapter completed!