Grand Banquet!
Today is the Grand Banquet celebrating the Holy Emperor's three hundred years of birth!
The entire Great Saint Mountain is enveloped in a festive atmosphere, countless talismans fluttering in the wind, even the cries of the Shadow Crows becoming gentle and pleasant, not as piercing as before.
"Three days really went by quickly."
Ao Ying pushed the wheelchair.
Xie Xuanyi had arrived early before the hall.
These three days, he routinely pondered the [Primordial Secret Technique]. Unfortunately, the time was too short; three days passed almost in the blink of an eye.
Cui Zhen wore a veil hat, expressionless.
His eyes were icy, one hand resting on his waist; for the entire three days, he had been sharpening his blade.
He knows.
He might face the most severe battle since reincarnation.
If a fight breaks out today,
it will be even more brutal than the battle at Erosion Sun Swamp!
"Junior Brother Lu!"
From afar.
Venerable Yuan Huo's voice rang out.
