Beiluo, White Jade Capital.
Lu fan sat on the Thousand Blade Chair. The island in the center of the lake floated on the Origin Lake, like an immortal island in the sky.
He was dressed in white, his clothes fluttering in the wind. He was placing a stone on the spiritual pressure chessboard. His movements were elegant, neither fast nor slow.
As he placed the stone, it was as if there was a mysterious spiritual wave spreading out, causing the strength of Lu Fan's soul to continuously become stronger.
It was a game of go, and it seemed as if mountains and rivers were sweeping over.
Lu fan slowly exhaled, raised his hand, and the bronze wine cup floated over. He held the wine cup and poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth. The wine entered his throat, and he felt a bit relaxed.
The Lake Heart Island seemed a bit deserted. Ning Zhao, Ni Yu, and the others all went to the nine prisons secret area to explore, hoping to break through.
