Under the cold lotus platform, on the sparkling water surface, a white cloud slowly floated from the north to the south.
Li Changshou maintained the appearance of an old immortal with white eyebrows and white hair. There was a gap between him and Daoist Ci Hang…
It was seven feet long!
He looked straight ahead and did not hear much. Although a barrier was formed around the two of them, the immortal power barrier was transparent. It would not cause any misunderstandings.
At the edge of the lotus platform, Zhao Gongming hugged his arms and said in confusion, "Junior Brother Lu Yue, why do you think Junior Sister Ci Hang will look for Changgeng to be alone?"
"Senior Brother, I really don't know."
Lu Yue sighed and said, "I've only heard that among the twelve Golden Immortals of Chan School, Junior Sister Cihang is gentle and upright. Her cultivation realm is not bad."
The Goddess of Golden Spirit snorted. "Anyway, nothing good will happen."