Heading to the Immortal Gathering

The three flew onto the back of the bird, before they realized that there was in fact a Lotus Stage on its back, which could contain a few dozens of people. The giant bird opened its wings and flew up. Along the way, colorful clouds and bright spiritual light covered the way in front of them like laid-out carpets.

The entrance had to be stunning. Fortunately, he found out this great tool for showing off just last night. Lonemoon nodded satisfactorily. The look was good enough, just that the surroundings were so bright that it was a bit hard to recognize the way.

"Chef, look…"

He was just about to ask the person beside him, yet as his head turned, he found Yi Qing standing still with a blank look, his look drifting towards a certain person beside him from time to time, as though he had yet to gather his thoughts. His look was completely romantic.

Lonemoon: "…" F*cking retards.