C549 The Peak of the Purple Clouds
After carefully looking at the stone pillar once again, Xue Lang finally confirmed that even if there was wind and rain eroding it, the general trace was still there. That was that this was a finger and not a stone pillar.
The moment the concept of fingers flashed through his mind again, Xue Lang's eyes widened. He leaned over his face and looked at the sky in the direction of the finger
