Time flew by. In just a blink of an eye, half a year had passed.
Close to the coastline on the Flood Sect's Howling Wind Island.
The disciples from the Flood Sect that numbered almost 100,000 filled the island.
At this moment, in a huge flying chariot hovering in the sky above the island.
Ji Hong, the emperor of Great Qing, grabbed Zhu Honggong's hand as he asked, "My good brother, I wonder when you'll return from your trip?"
The Disciples of the Hong sect numbered nearly 100,000 and filled the entire island.
Zhu Hong Gong withdrew his hands and said, "I'm just going out to play. I can come back at any time."
"Brother, please don't forget to come back. I will keep the position of the Divine Lord for you…"
"Alright. Thank you for all these years," Zhu Honggong said.
"It's nothing. Also… If you have any thoughts about my four royal sisters, I…"
At this point, Lu Li began to cough.
