The two exchanged a glance, feeling puzzled, and followed along.
Zheng Fa and the others seemed to have planned in advance, flying out of the Ziwei Yuan, and landing on a meadow in the mortal world of Jiushan Realm.
Clear river water flowed down from the mountain, splashing on the rocks, pattering and clinking.
The mountain was in full bloom, with orioles singing and butterflies dancing, looking like a colorful oil painting from afar.
Zheng Fa sat cross-legged on the grass, so lightly that even the tips of the grass did not bend.
He nodded at Gu Chang and the others, indicating them to sit down.
Gu Chang and the others found it novel and sat opposite Zheng Fa, unable to resist looking around.
Yuan Xiaoniao took a barbecue grill out of a storage bag, setting it by the river, holding a fishing rod, seemingly ready to fish and grill on the spot.
Zhang leaned against a rock by the river, smiling at Zheng Fa, and took out a jade flute, placing it against her lips.
