"Teng Qingshan, do you think your cousin will be okay?"

Ten kilometers away from here, two young men in black stood side by side on a high mountain, gazing into the distance.

The young man in black, Ji Ning, looked at the hundreds of magical treasures flashing in the distance, unable to help feeling a sense of alarm, and couldn't help but ask Teng Qingshan beside him.

"Cousin should be fine, right?"