"Sigh—"
A gentle breeze blew, slowly dispersing the thick layers of white clouds lingering around the peak of Wanfa Peak, continuing to drift with the wind.
In the distance, on Chonghe Peak, a white crane spread its wings, soaring through the expanse of the sky.
The timing was just right.
The meeting at Taiji Palace had ended, and the various Peak Masters rode white cranes back to their respective peaks. During this time, Lin Qiuxuan had enough opportunity to kill a weak Wild Taoist and a trash True Pill who had lost his Dao Heart and no longer wished to live, before leaving the pond once again.
It should have been like this.
"Sigh sigh—"
Another gust of wind came, and a pure white Immortal Crane appeared in the sky.
"It's best not to let the white crane land; otherwise, it might lose its legs," Qing Yu reminded aloud.
