Tang Yunyu dropped the three of them at the school entrance, then flew away in a streak of light.
The "school entrance" was actually a ferry dock.
Some students were already waiting for the ferry.
The river surged past.
Across the water, mountains stretched into the distance. Green peaks pierced Heaven, their summits lost in drifting clouds and mist;
the mountains rose in majestic, perilous ridges, their countless heights undulating. Trees and plants took a thousand forms, apes cried, birds sang, and Immortals came and went as they pleased;
This scene unfolded before them like a magnificent painting of cultivation from the Primordial Era.
"Luofu..."
Yang Xiaobing clenched her hands and spoke the name in a dry voice.
As a commoner, this was her best chance to change her fate.
After countless hardships, she had finally reached this day and stepped onto the true path.
Jiang Xueyao felt a little wistful too.
She had originally chosen the Nine Luminaries and prepared to become the Jiang Residence's next-generation heir, building ties with the younger generation of the powerful. She had even begun, almost unconsciously, to accept her lineage's recommendations for a future marriage, reading through people's profiles every day.
That was how she had spent the past six months.
But who could have known things would take such a sharp turn, and she would end up coming to Luofu?
At first,
the sisters she had once been close to had secretly laughed at her, and quite a few had even cut off contact.
Recently, though, more and more young aristocrats had begun currying favor with her, hoping to forge a connection.
Because Luofu was clearly on the rise!
The clearest sign at court was that His Majesty had slaughtered his way through Demon Race territory, leaving corpses strewn everywhere, then returned