That morning, the flying spirit tool arrived at the Temple of Immortals.
The temple of Immortals was on a high mountain surrounded by clouds and mist. Exotic flowers and plants were everywhere, as if it was a fairyland. The ten-thousand-year-old heritage was indeed not to be underestimated.
The identities of the four of them were naturally not worthy of the palace master’s wife coming out personally to welcome them. Manager Luo brought the four of them directly to the courtyard where they could rest.
Qin Mingzhu and the other two often came to attend banquets, so they were arranged to stay in the courtyard where they usually stayed. Yun chujiu did not know what it meant to be reserved, so she went in one by one to take a look. The furnishings in the house were very exquisite, one look and it was obvious that it was worth a lot. In her heart, she scolded the old witch who squandered her family dozens of times.