At the outlands of the Demon Sect, a great waterfall cascaded down.
"Three thousand feet of a rushing waterfall, it seems like the Milky Way is falling from the ninth heaven. Ah, such a magnificent waterfall!" Xiao Guangming admired the waterfall and couldn't help but exclaim.
"I admire you greatly, you're indeed cultured, to be able to recite such a difficult poem." Wang Gangtie, sitting next to him, stated.
"Looking at your robust figure, it's surprising to learn you're such a cultured Yin-Yang man," Xiao Guangming, with a foxtail grass in his mouth, replied irritably.
By now, a lawn next to the waterfall had become a stronghold for their small group.
Li Zuole glanced at them and said, "Stop joking, did you all receive the mission from the Purple Palace?"
Cai Jiangjiang sat there, her black hair tied into two ponytails.
