Tonight, on Falling Dragon Mountain, the lights were bright.
After chatting with Ying Si for an hour, Yi Chen expressed his desire to gather with his fellow disciples in an 'understanding' manner, and Ying Si, thinking of Yue Ji... also happily agreed.
This deep-night long talk brought about the desired promises for both parties, making it a fully enjoyable occasion for host and guest alike.
Woosh~ Woosh~ Woosh~
Watching the hurried departure of Ying Si, Yi Chen cracked a smile and immediately slipped into his own Pure Yang Daoist Palace.
At this point, Zhen Ruan, Qing Yunzi, Qing Feng, Ming Yue, and others had already been waiting for a long time, with Miao Zi leaping onto Yi Chen's shoulder in a single bound, eyes brimming with moisture, while Loyal Leopard dared not to be too presumptuous, anxiously rubbing against the hem of Yi Chen's robes with a tail spinning like a propeller.
