"Alright, then each of you go and pick a wooden building to settle down for now," the middle-aged cultivator instructed.
The group nodded and immediately dispersed, each looking for a room.
Creak.
The wooden door was gradually pushed open, a sliver of sunlight spread through the crack, casting a thin line of light on the floor.
Then, a shadow elongated and shortened unevenly as it too walked in, drawn by the sunlight.
Lu Qingshan's gaze swept across the spacious pavilion, which also had a small Spirit Gathering Array engraved inside, making the spiritual energy within extremely dense; it was clearly a small cultivation paradise.
King West Mouse had already blissfully groaned, springing out from Lu Qingshan's sleeve.
It liked this place!
Such small cultivation paradises would number in the hundreds of thousands within Debate Dao City!
This was the handiwork of the Seven Taoist Sects and Great Xia.
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