Fragrant Bun, Xu Xiaoshou! (2)

The crippled old man coughed heavily a few more times. His body was so weak that he bent down very low. He did not say anything else and his attention seemed to have shifted elsewhere.

The hunched old woman withdrew her gaze from Elder Xie's body, which was bent like a cooked shrimp. The scepter in her hand shook the ground heavily.

A strange buzzing sound spread out, and the abnormalities of the surrounding people were all dispelled.

The round-headed, big-eyed little boy never joined the conversation since the beginning. He only stared at the towering ancient city in the sky and muttered to himself.

"It's really big, Abyss Island. I really want to go up and play..."

Behind the five people, scattered Spiritual Cultivators were silently observing the movements in front of them.

At the end of the group of Spiritual Cultivators, a one-armed old man who was carrying a large chest of peach wood was listening attentively.