Poor September third night, dew like pearls, moon like bow.
The night envelops the Holy Spirit Mountain, silence pervades the Cloud Sea Cliff.
In the backyard of Cloud Sea Residence, a youth in a black gold emperor robe is lazily lying on a rocking chair, gazing at the new moon in the night sky.
The families of the Burning Gate warriors have been sent back to the human world after the crisis was resolved.
Living in this barren land far from modern society is no different from imprisonment for ordinary people. However, as families of all gods, they indeed find it difficult to integrate into society.
It is said that the families are mostly arranged in the ancient cities beneath the gods.
Lu Ran does not need to concern himself with the specific details.
The garden was replanted with Immortal jasmine trees, whose lush branches swayed gently in the breeze, bringing a light jasmine fragrance.
Truly intoxicating.
