The clouds were warm, and the winding path was fragrant.
In a pavilion on the Three-Immortal Island, seven figures were standing or sitting. They were all the eldest disciples of Jie School.
The immortals' expressions were different.
Daoist Duobao was the calmest. He smiled and slowly savored the hot tea.
Zhao Gongming and the Goddess of Golden Spirit were slightly anxious. They were pacing back and forth in the pavilion.
Yun Xiao sat in the corner of the pavilion. Her long hair was tied up in a bun, and she was dressed in a light Confucian dress. Her face was cold and beautiful, but she did not reveal much emotion. She was always gentle and watched her two sisters.
