Wulong Mountain Cultivation Chronicles
Chapter 850

Immortal Music Drifting

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After Greenwood Boy and Li Youtan left, Zhang Chaoyin flicked out a magical artifact and suspended it above her head, blocking sound from passing in or out. Only then did she smile and say, "I heard earlier that you two are Fellow Daoists of the Five Dragons Sect? How should I address you? I also know Sect Master Luo of your sect, yet I never knew there were two such outstanding figures as yourselves. It seems your sect is destined for great prosperity."

Liu Xiaolou bowed. "Greetings, Senior. You flatter us. I am Liu Xiaolou, and that one is... Elder Yuan Huazi... Elder Yuan, Elder Yuan, are you all right?"

She felt that she needed to return early, make the candles and the next batch of salt, and give herself a little more breathing room. She could not keep living so hand-to-mouth.

One of the iron boxes was filled with things like iron nails, which had now rusted into a single lump.

With no food or water resources whatsoever, after taking the sleep capsule, one could lie in the sleep pod and sleep for ten days or half a month.

Yuan Feng, who had always been calm and crafty, like an old fox, could not help losing his composure at this moment.

The instant Nolin barged in, it mechanically raised its arm and fired the armor-piercing arrow.

"Thank you, father-in-law! Thank you, father-in-law!" Wu Changxi scrambled and rolled out of Bian Zhengan's office.

By now, the myriad paths were nearly woven. Of the ten thousand Great Daos, he had woven 9,998 into the Tree of Myriad Daos.

Austara dearly wanted to join this game, especially Freya's side. But before she could take the field, Olivia stopped the game, on the grounds that it was somewhat disrespectful to the dogs.

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