Not The Last Farewell

The Ninth Summit.

Jiang Lan returned to the courtyard. He looked at the shiny vegetative egg and the clean Udumbara Flower in astonishment.

"How did they become like this?" He asked Xiao Yu.

After nearly a hundred years, Xiao Yu had become smaller again.

"Ao Man thought that they were dirty and got someone to wash them." Xiao Yu knocked on the vegetative egg, and a knocking sound came from it.

After listening for a while, she added, "By the way, Ao Man also said that it's easy to hatch like this."

Jiang Lan: "…"

Wasn't it because this was a vegetative egg that it was unable to hatch?

Boom!

A voice rang out from the endless sky. The Ancient Imperial Palace had sunk a little deeper.

When the palace completely fell, it would be time for the night to disappear.