These people blessed with fate might include several Immortal Saints and several Quasi-Emperors. Their identities were unknown as well, so finding them would likely be far from easy.
But no matter what,
he had finally taken another step forward.
The heavenly phenomenon faded, and everything returned to calm.
The people of the Slay Immortal Sect came to offer their congratulations.
"Breaking through to Immortal Saint in less than two thousand years of cultivation—Fellow Daoist Chen's talent can almost stand shoulder to shoulder with Elder Mei's."
"Yes, indee—"
"You don't need to. It mainly covers work rules and things to watch out for on the job. It's easy to understand." Her uncle dispelled her concerns.
When it looked over with anticipation and excitement, she instantly withdrew her hand and, giggling, ran toward Sheng'er.
When Zhou saw that Lu Yiheng had returned, Zhou withdrew both her own hand and Li Xiuqin's hand, then pulled her clothes back down.
When she blinked again and looked toward her maternal grandfather's gravestone, a handkerchief glowing with firefly-like light appeared there.
"It's fine. I'll stay at an inn for the night and take the long-distance coach back tomorrow," she said lightly.
After just a few words from him, Zhou settled down again and returned to the family compound with him.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An had been implicated by him entirely, and if things continued like this, the two of them would undoubtedly die.
Feng Yici had always dressed in understated luxury. The cuffs of his black shirt bore exquisite dark patterns, and the design of every button was meticulously refined. He had deep-set brows and eyes, a handsome nose bridge, and flawless facial contours.
But she felt this was wrong. If her master had thoughts of that position, then those thoughts had to be