When Mo Yanjun finished speaking, she still walked ahead.
Li Zhōujūn followed leisurely behind Mo Yanjun.
When the two landed on the island, they were surprised to find a young girl ahead of them, carrying a basket on her back and gathering medicinal herbs.
The girl wore no makeup, yet her face was as crystal-clear and exquisite as a porcelain doll's.
Not only that, the clothes on her body were made of animal hide, giving her the appearance of someone from a primitive tribe.
"Hm?" Mo Yanjun said in surprise. "How could humans appear in this place? And from what I can see, aside from her powerful vitality, this girl has no cultivation at all."
"Why not ask her?" Li Zhōujūn said with a smile.
Mo Yanjun nodded.
The two then landed in front of the girl.
Li Zhōujūn and Mo Yanjun's sudden appearance startled the herb-gathering girl.
She remembered how the village elders often said that in the outside world, there were immortals who could fly through the heavens and burrow through the earth!
Could these two, who had suddenly appeared before her, be the legendary immortals?
Thinking this, the herb-gathering girl hurriedly bowed to Li Zhōujūn and Mo Yanjun. "Gong Yuru greets the two immortals!"
As she spoke, Gong Yuru could not help stealing a careful glance at Mo Yanjun and Li Zhōujūn from the corner of her eye.
That glance was enough to leave Gong Yuru nearly rooted to the spot.
The woman wore white and was breathtakingly beautiful. Just one look at her made people instinctively stop breathing, never to forget her even after ten thousand years.
The man wore blue robes, and a refined, scholarly smile perpetually hung on his face. He gave people the feeling of a spring breeze brushing past them, bringing peace