The Immortal Seed from Pure Land, Sun Jingxiao, saw Qin Ming, Xiang Yiwu, and others also approaching, with a smile on his face, as this is the skill of the Immortal Road, not for the disciples of the Newborn Road.
But he wouldn't say much about it. When the time comes, whoever looks confused will be embarrassed and lose face.
A book made of immortal skin is hard to find in this era. No one would be willing to squander like this.
Suddenly, those wanting to get their hands on this book need to line up.
Qin Ming waited and waited, not wanting to waste time, thinking it might be better to comprehend when fewer people are around.
He planned to catch up with Li Qingyue, as earlier, there was always a crowd around her, but now it was finally less crowded.
"Are you really... that boy from Black and White Mountain?" The white-clad girl Luo Yao walked over. Her slightly chubby face had arched brows and bright eyes.
Undoubtedly, she was quite lively on regular days and loved to talk.
