At this moment, the immortal Qi in the entire lotus pond began to flow continuously. It suddenly formed a stream of air in the air, gently stroking the White beard that had just risen.
Seeing this, Bai Degui's face, which was uglier than eating a fly, immediately softened.
With a smile on his face, he stroked his two white beards.
Li Tian felt strange. The wide lotus leaf didn't move at all, and there wasn't even a ripple in the water of the pond.
There was clearly no wind, so why did the immortal Qi directly rush toward this old man?
Could it be that this old man had some special relationship with this three-colored hibiscus?
At this moment, Bai Degui's face was gentle and full of joy.
It seemed that this pond of lotus flowers had become the sustenance of this immortal doctor's life.
