The mist surged fiercely, the violent wind turned into waves, shattering three parts of the moonlight and stirring seven parts of melancholy.
The tense atmosphere suddenly froze, and everyone's gaze was drawn to the shared bicycle making a "creak, creak" sound.
"Beep..."
"You have locked the bike successfully!"
Zhang Fan parked the bike by the roadside, locked it successfully, and walked straight towards the Five Spirits Rainbow Light.
"Old Yu, what are you doing? Stop this, get on the bike, and hurry back."
Zhang Fan glanced at the mist surging around Yu Fu, raised an eyebrow, and patted the hood of the Five Spirits Rainbow Light, signaling him to get on.
"..."
Yu Fu's expression turned strange, and he instinctively looked towards the two Daoists from Qingcheng Mountain, remaining silent.
"Arrogant!"
At this moment, Lanting Bamboo shouted angrily, somewhat surprised as he looked at Zhang Fan, and a hint of anger gradually crept onto his face.
