Jing Qi gave Yunxiao a cold look, then turned into a white beam and chased after Xiao Hong.
Yunxiao opened his eyes slightly, put down his hands behind his back, and sighed.
The falling flowers intentionally followed the flowing water, and the flowing water loved the falling flowers heartlessly.
His figure flickered and he disappeared from his original spot, finding a quiet place to cultivate.
A few days later, a group of heroes gathered on the floating island. Everyone felt that something was different from usual. There was a huge power gathering in the center of the island, which could be felt even from thousands of feet away.
The Saint realm cultivators on the island didn't dare to come forward at all. They all looked on in shock.
Lingmu di had brought more than a hundred people with him, and the lowest cultivation was a high-level seven-star Martial Emperor. A large number of godly state experts from mysterious separation Island had also followed.
