"Ah, Brother Yue! Long time no see! I've missed you so much!"
"Brother Meng! Two months apart felt like sixty whole days!"
"..."
The moment Yue Wen and Meng Yuheng met on a teleportation formation in the Southern Sea Dragon Hall, they embraced, their faces full of longing.
All four Dragon Halls had coordinates for the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, but opening four teleportation formations would only waste resources unnecessarily, so every year, the four parties gathered at one hall to depart.
Early that morning, Ao Yuanren had brought the apprentices through a teleportation formation from the East Sea to the South Sea.
The so-called teleportation formation was a very broad, circular stone platform carved with intricate formation patterns. Everyone stood on it, and minerals containing pure spirituality were inserted into the spirit stone slots below, their spiritual power driving the formation.
If someone powered it manually, the spirituality needed to transport just a few people would have been enough to drain half the true qi of a mighty Dao Realm cultivator. Anyone in the middle three realms was entirely out of the question; even working themselves half to death, they could not have activated the formation in the slightest.
The formation rumbled into motion, and an enormous pillar of light instantly engulfed them.
At the same time, a pillar of light descended at the Southern Sea Dragon Hall, and everyone appeared on an identical stone platform.
The Southern Sea Dragon Hall's group was already waiting to welcome them. As soon as they saw Yue Wen and the others, his two acquaintances, Meng Yuheng and Shen Yaoguang, rushed over.
When Liang Baitong saw Jiang Hongxiu standing there, his eyes lit up too. He leaped onto the platform. "Amitabha. This young, beautiful benefactress with such a lovely figure must be Miss Jiang