"Song Heng!"
"Factory Master!"
"You. Put on a special performance for our fellow Daoists—something like transforming into a Supreme-Grade Spirit Stone Vein."
"Moo moo~~"
"Ah?!" Song Heng was struck dumb, and the compass in his hand fell to the ground. Since when did he have such a special skill?!
"Old Bull!"
"Moo moo~~"
"Give it some formation effects—the kind we used when we fooled Xian Jue back then."
"Moo~~"
The mountains and rivers were bustling with excitement, thoroughly stirred up by Patriarch Chen Xun and Patriarch Black Bull. Amid the chaos, Ji Yan's face quietly darkened when that shameless World-Crosser placed a flower wreath on his head. Outrageous!
Ke Ding tried to slip away, but he was dragged back as well.
At the height of the grand spectacle.
Mo Ye Han held Ling Qiuchu's hand and laughed heartily. Brother Chen had brought over a whole crowd of Immortals. The Heaven-Tier Image Recording Stone was ready!
The two newlyweds stood in the center.
Chen Xun and Black Bull grinned crookedly. He Ling linked arms with Ling Qiuchu, her features gentle and lovely, her attire utterly ordinary.
Chen Xun had Ke Ding in a headlock, turning his face red. Chen Xun, I am a dignified Dao Master and an Immortal! Do I not need face before all these people, damn it?!
Ji Yan stood far away, his expression warm and composed. For the recording, they absolutely could not fool around like World-Crosser did.
Song Heng looked solemn, his round belly thrust out as he held his compass in one hand, exuding the bearing of a Daoist master.
The other Immortals had not been messed around with by Chen Xun. Each stood tall and lofty, giving Mo Ye Han, this junior, more than enough face. Such a recording was truly one of