With hundreds and thousands of rotten eggs and tomatoes flying towards him, even if Zhuo weiran was strong enough to dodge them all, his body would inevitably be splattered with yellow and white colors.
Ling Chuxi hid in the crowd and secretly laughed at this scene.
Speaking of which, Jing 'an source was really a strange place. It was completely different from the sect's sage realm. In detail, it was similar to the mortal world of the various countries on the mainland. Just like the money used, the local customs were also similar. If she had not known that this was an independent space, Ling Chuxi might have mistakenly thought that she had come to a hidden paradise hidden among the various countries.
Ling Chuxi was suddenly a little curious. Why did those top cultivators create such a space?
