In the afternoon, sunlight bathed Sanchahe Village, so warm and inviting that it made people want to sleep. A peaceful and harmonious atmosphere enveloped the place. Although many patients came to buy the cancer-treating medicine, Liu Ruolan and Xiao Fang had organized everything well. Everything was orderly, without the slightest hint of chaos.
Suddenly, a dark mass blotted the sky. At first, it looked like a flock of crows. No, that wasn't right; it wasn't crows, but a group of black-clad people flying straight toward Sanchahe Village.
"My heavens, so many immortals! This place truly is the land of immortals."
"Look, the immortals have come!"
"So many of them?"
"Are these the most powerful immortals in China? It's terrifying; there must be hundreds of them!"
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