"This is the land of the Celestial Travel Sect!"
Zhu Qianqiu said indifferently, his eyes filled with memories. He had once been a disciple of the Celestial Travel Sect, and moreover, a true disciple.
The others, including Chu Ming, all looked at the endless pavilions and palaces with faces full of shock.
"Master craftsmanship!"
This was the phrase that flashed through Chu Ming's mind.
Rustle!
The space suddenly fluctuated as a white-robed figure emerged from it. It was a middle-aged man wearing the attire of the Celestial Travel Sect. His face was solemn as he glanced at the crowd before fixing his gaze on Zhu Qianqiu.
"Senior Zhu, long time no see!"
"Junior Brother Lin, I didn't expect you to oversee this assessment!"
