Seven Star Loose Immortals.
The three heroes of the Yan Zhao Sect.
The Demon Race's Demoness.
Jiang Yuanshu, the Jiang Family's Fragrant-Footed Beautiful Sword.
And the nobody Mitao'er.
The group arrived in the suburbs.
From afar, they saw the residence built against the mountain, situated halfway up its slope.
Looking over, layer upon layer of peaks rose through drifting mist; plants of every color formed a splendid tapestry; a small river wound quietly around the grounds, its waters silent and still. The residence seemed to float among the clouds, ancient and elegant, like a paradise on earth.
The Seven Star Boss looked around. "This is the place. No mistake."
He turned to his brothers. "I know everyone's in a bad mood. Luckily, Immortal Elder Nanji used his Water Bone Thought to temporarily suppress our Zombie Bone. As long as we finish this mission and go back to find Mr. Nanji, he can undo the Water Bone Thought. Then he can let me go back to find the Fishing Elder and remove the Zombie Bone."
None of the other six could muster any excitement.
"Yes, Boss."
Lu Chengwen looked over. "The person living here must be a reclusive master. Not only do they have extraordinary taste, but their way of life must also be refined and noble."
Zhao Ritian nodded. "This house looks like it came straight out of a painting. It's beautiful."
Long Aotian stared at the house and murmured, "Spread-out grass beside a long river, flowered cottages dotted among little trees. What a scene from the mortal world, filled with elegant charm. Whoever lives here must be an immortal among men, a pure soul living apart from the world."
Mitao'er gazed at Long Aotian admiringly. "Brother Long, you're so cultured. With just a few words, you made the scenery