The Upper Immortal World.
Beside the lake near the Upper Pure Pearl.
A few people had been waiting for three months.
The group sat in a pavilion by the lakeside, while Xing Hepu was calculating something with bamboo sticks not far away.
After a long time, Xing Hepu finally put away his tools, casually conjured a teacup, and gulped down several cups of tea.
"Refreshing!!"
Wang Jiao was absent-minded and probingly asked, "Song Lin has been in seclusion for three months; can he truly break this formation?"
He couldn't help but be doubtful. Huang Chao was now overwhelmingly powerful, even occupying Chang'an, claiming to be Emperor, and establishing the nation of Da Qi.
If this continued, Huang Chao could truly become the rightful ruler.
"Do not worry. You must believe in Song Lin," Xing Hepu said.
Zhai Qianyou narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing an intrigued expression.
The Divine Servant beside him maintained an impassive demeanor, as if indifferent to the situation.
