Northern Luo, Lake Heart Island.
A long wind blew, causing the origin lake to ripple.
It was like an island shrouded in immortal qi. It was faintly discernible in the fog, as if it was riding the wind to return.
Du Longyang, the empress, and the others boarded the island. They looked at the Lake Heart Island covered in green grass in astonishment.
They remembered that there seemed to be no other plants on the ground of the island.
Other than the morning chrysanthemum and peach blossoms, it looked a little bleak.
But now, it seemed to be more vigorous.
On the White Jade Capital's pavilion.
Lu fan sat on the thousand-blade chair and walked down slowly.
"Young master Lu."
Du Longyang and ye Shoudao said with concentration.
"Brother Lu!"
This was the Empress and Young Master Tianxu's shout.
Lu Pan nodded slightly with a gentle smile on his face.
