Fan Wubing turned his head and looked at the Anger Demon Lord who was resting her chin with a quiet demeanor, looking truly like the girl next door.
He couldn't help but ask, "How old are you this year?"
The Anger Demon Lord glanced at him, "None of your damn business."
Fan Wubing rolled his eyes, well, so much for all his beautiful imaginations being shattered to pieces.
The speed of the moving Immortal Palace was quite fast; after all, it was personally crafted by the Anger Demon Lord. Though she appeared petite and exquisite, she was no weakling. At least, Fan Wubing still hadn't figured out her true strength or capabilities.
However, compared to an eldritch dragon that travels twenty million miles a day, it was indeed too slow.
But still, it was sufficient.
After entering the Immortal Continent, it took another half month just to reach the airspace of the Shangjing Immortal Dynasty.
