The origin lake rippled, emitting waves of mysterious energy.
The incident with Ding Jiudeng had caught Lu fan's attention.
Lu fan had nothing better to do.
He put away the spiritual pressure chessboard and waved at the Little Yinglong who was wandering in the origin lake. The Little Yinglong's eyes lit up. It flapped its wings and landed on Lu Fan's shoulder.
The bamboo forest rustled, the morning chrysanthemum swayed, and the peach forest was quiet.
With a faint laugh, Lu fan got down from the White Jade Capital Pavilion at a moderate pace.
The rich spiritual energy enveloped the entire lake.
The yinglong gate floated quietly in the lake.
As the island in the center of the lake floated into the air, it became more and more ethereal and untouchable.
Many of the boaters on the North Luo Lake had disappeared.
This made the North Luo Lake more and more peaceful and relaxed.
