558 Packing Up

The multi-colored plane trees in the sky disappeared one by one. Once the cracks seem to reach the ends of the galaxy, all the plane trees were gone. All that was left was a pitch-black, broken night sky.

There were another series of crashes and the entire sky fell down to the ground in pieces, just like a broken ceiling. Huge amounts of primordial Qi flowed into the space.

Lonemoon could not help but shout at the group of dumplings who were still celebrating, "Alright, alright! Stop bouncing around! Your planes are free to go now, so go and do whatever you have to do. This place is going to return to dust once more."

The group fell silent. After exchanging several looks, they faced the group of four and said together, "Thank you for your kindness!" The crowd bowed, each one in slightly different postures, but carrying the same solemn expression on their face.

"Mm." Shen Ying nodded. "You should thank us!"

The dumplings: "…"