The waves of water poured into the sky, the sun was setting, and after a day of consumption, Wuqiyuan had become a bottomless pit.

The water that was going up against the sky began to carry the sediment and slowly became muddy.

Gradually, Yang Zhao could see some messy things mixed in the water, some stones, tiles, dead grass, and some reflecting the luster of metal.

"What are those things?"

"Some are left over from the last war

Chapter 310 of "I Open a Travel Agency in the Xiuzhen Realm", Miasma is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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