The next day!
Qin Hong led everyone away from the inn, heading toward the entrance to the Demon Realm.
Only six days left until the September Festival.
They must go in advance and make some preparations.
Inside the room.
"Yawn!"
Chen Xuan yawned, reluctant to open his eyes.
Another night of toil last night.
Not just him, the three ladies were also exhausted to the extreme.
Still sleeping deeply.
Slightly sensing the Spiritual Power left by the Nine Immortals Tower, Zi Yuan's figure instantly emerged in his mind.
"Still not completed!"
Muttering to himself, he finally opened his eyes.
"Ordinary 800,000."
Shaking his head, he mumbled.
Quietly getting out of bed, he washed up simply and then came outside the room.
"How daring, bringing the Princess to September City."
A dignified Dao Realm master was being reprimanded by Jing Shishu, yet had to accompany him with a smile.
Chen Xuan happened to witness this scene.
"Was it him yesterday?"
Chen Xuan muttered to himself.
