A ninety percent chance of success, yet death is certain!
World Purger Fei Xue uttered the astonishing words, but Lü Yang's expression remained unchanged. His face only tightened slightly, as if he had already anticipated the answer.
Upon seeing this, the admiration in World Purger Fei Xue's eyes deepened.
However, the next moment, she reined in her emotions and waved a hand dismissively. "Alright, you may go. I look forward to the day I can call you Daoist."
Her voice had barely faded when Lü Yang saw billowing smoke and clouds rise around him once more, churning and obscuring everything from view. By the time the mists dissipated, he found himself standing just inside the threshold of Feixue Palace. He looked back and saw Minor Metal standing outside, a hint of surprise lingering on his face:
'He really went in... and he's in perfect condition?'
