Great Harvest (1)

Southern Army barracks.

Zhou Mubai, Chen Fusheng, and the others looked at Chen Daoxuan and the others flying towards them. Their faces were filled with joy.

"I'm back, I'm back!"

" Who? Who's back?"

"Perfected Chen! Perfected Chen is back!"

"..."

In the camp, the sounds of joy rose and fell.

"Perfected Chen won?"

"Yes, we won! If we win, there's hope for us to recover the Southern Mountain's City. There's hope for us to recover the Southern Mountain's City!"

"Hahahaha, I knew that Perfected Chen would win!"

"..."

In the temporary immortal abode of the commander of the Southern Army, all the cultivators gathered.

At this moment, the cultivators who were able to stand here were all at least at the late-stage Zifu Disciple level.

Of course, there were exceptions. For example, Chen Fusheng was only at the mid-stage Purple Prefecture Realm.