On Guoxin Island, countless springs erupted from the ground. After being transformed by arrays, they manifested as white mist.
At first glance, it looked as if everyone was drinking and making merry while stepping on clouds, which was quite fascinating.
Along the way, Pei Yuhang also saw many familiar faces and politely greeted each one.
Lu Ruoxi followed beside Pei Yuhang, silently observing her junior brother's social connections. If it was a male Cultivator, she would pay no attention, but if it was a female Cultivator, she would secretly take note, planning to investigate later whether they were trying to steal her man or had any tendency to do so.
Perhaps Lu Ruoxi's possessive gaze was too frightening, as many female Cultivators who wanted to approach and chat with Pei Yuhang all felt a chilling aura and dared not come any closer.
"Senior Sister, why do I feel like fellow Daoists are avoiding us?"
