Outside the mountain archway of the Chan Sect, the Immortal Hermit of the South Pole, the True Habitant of Tai Yi, the True Habitant of Yu Ding, the True Habitant of Yellow Dragon, and the other personal disciples of the Primeval Lord of Heaven were all standing above an immortal cloud and staring afar.
Zip.
There was a sudden but faint tearing sound.
It was the True Habitant of Tai Yi, tearing open a pack of spicy potato strips he took out of nowhere.
