"The Immortal Flying Invitation!"
"Is this truly the Immortal Flying Invitation?"
"Heavens, it truly is the holy relic of an immortal!"
"Worthy of the Immortal Flying Pavilion!"
Above Zhenyang Mountain, countless disciples looked up at the miraculous spectacle in the sky.
Cheng Qingyu, with a gloomy expression, stepped on a flying sword, passing through numerous shocked disciples and headed straight to the peak of Danxia Peak.
There she saw Tantai Mingyue standing at the edge of the cliff, not looking at the Immortal Flying Invitation in the sky, but gazing into the distance.
That was the direction Su Xin had left.
Cheng Qingyu approached, "Madame, where is elder sister going? In such troubled times, why do you allow elder sister to leave with that Wei Wan?"
"Also, did I not tell you that He Zhiqiu and Ruo Mei have issues? Why have you not apprehended them?"
Tantai Mingyue withdrew her gaze and looked at her calmly, "Qingyu, how is your mother lately?"
