Bai Xinghan's tone shifted, his expression turning slightly grave. "But then again, Kongtong Immortal Pavilion only exists in Central Immortal City on the Southern Yu Continent. We'll have to plan this carefully and save enough Spirit Stones in our spirit imprints before we can set off."
"Senior Brother." Qian Wuhen smiled freely and draped an arm over Bai Xinghan's shoulder. "No rush. There'll always be a day when we can do it. When that time comes, we'll take a spatial vessel too."
"Neigh~~ Sounds good." Lightning Arrow's horse mouth split into a wide grin. "Junior Brother Qian, I heard they even have pathways through the clouds there. The spiritual energy is even more vast than in our Mengmu Great Sea Region!"
"Silly Eagle, how come you've heard about everything? Are you the one who understands the Cultivation World best?"
"Neigh~ Junior Brother Qian, look, this miser is already aching over his Spirit Stones again. So stingy."
"Haha!"
The three martial brothers gradually walked farther down Sunset Avenue. One wore a face as green as iron, one bore a carefree and brilliant smile, and one carried a mocking grin as he relentlessly teased one of the others.
At last, Bai Xinghan completely snapped...
He chased Lightning Arrow wildly down the avenue, swearing to tear that horse into ten thousand pieces. Qian Wuhen followed behind with a helpless smile.
As their figures gradually vanished at the end of Sunset Avenue, Qian Wuhen suddenly halted and abruptly turned to look toward a latticed window in a distant teahouse.
The lingering rays of the setting sun spilled over the teahouse, draping the entire building in a layer of golden radiance.
By the teahouse window, there seemed to be a man quietly watching them.
His figure appeared hazy beneath the glow of the evening clouds,