"Chirp chirp."
Little Green Kite came to a new environment, flapping its little wings and circling around the peach grove, excitedly chirping in a crisp sound.
The Ginseng Spirit breathed in the rich spiritual aura, vibrating its ginseng whiskers as if a group of demons were dancing.
"Master, without the Spiritual Spring, Jin Jing has nowhere to stay in the cottage."
Little Kingfisher secretly gave an idea to the master: "Why not bring the Spiritual Spring from Immortal Island over."
"Not suitable."
Lin Qingluo pondered and negated the suggestion: "The Spiritual Spring is related to the spiritual energy of Immortal Island and can't be moved."
Little Kingfisher was a bit depressed: "Jin Jing will be disappointed if she can't stay in the cottage."
"Master, how about this."