Lord Jiutian supported Easton to sit on the seat. He looked at Easton and said with emotion: "Although he looks thin, his cultivation has grown a lot. You have been trapped in the Zhenjing for hundreds of years. Now you are out of seclusion to experience a new world." It’s time to enter the realm of great success.”
Easton said nothing. He let Jiutianjun lead his arms to each other without squinting his eyes. The swallowing spring returned to his side, and the sharpness and sparkle just now had disappeared. The bells of the Brahma Altar echoed, and the water in the pool murmured slowly. The chanting of the monks gradually resumed, and in the mist, lotus flowers bloomed for a moment. The old monk tremblingly moved the clouds to look around, and saw Easton's swaying shirt as he climbed onto the high seat neatly.
Wei Luo below raised his neck to peek, and saw Lord Linsong sitting indifferently, without even a trace of smile or pride. His eyes were as smooth as a well, and he was completely impersonal.
The immortals were originally full of wine, and although the banquet was restrained, they could still bring some enjoyment to the crowd. Unexpectedly, Linsongjun sat on the high platform, and everyone underneath was wiping cold sweat, and you could hear needles dropping during the dinner.
"Jun Linsong, who is rarely seen once in a hundred years." Dong Jun hid his face for a moment. He was so full of wine that he felt like vomiting. He stood up regardless of description and said to the people around him in a choked voice, "What are you secretly having fun for? Are you laughing? Make a sound! Just look at it openly! After passing this village..."
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