By the Changyue Lake, the spring breeze is blowing, the fallen flowers are in full bloom, and the juniors of the immortal sects from various aristocratic families are gathering together in twos and threes.
"This, this, this soul-suppressing tower has collapsed. I heard that Xuelang Mountain is haunted!"
"What kind of haunting! You are a practitioner, you should know how rare those real evil spirits are!"
"Yes, Brother Chen, I heard that it was just a trick of the Guan family."
"ah..."
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