The rain poured down.
On top of the tower pearl of the first pavilion in the sky, there was an elder with white hair and green robes. He looked like a celestial being.
The Mei Siren looked at Qing Ming.
He had been standing there for a long time and had witnessed the rain in the royal city that night. From the drizzle to the pouring rain.
"Wonderful."
"Truly wonderful."
The pagoda pearls have a panoramic view of the entire city.
The Mei Siren did not need the pagoda pearls at all. They only used their spiritual senses to cover the entire Dongtianwang City. Everything that had happened tonight could be seen at a glance.
"Xu Deye, Xu Fuji, Xu Xiaoshou..."
Looking in a certain direction, the Mei Si people muttered to themselves, "So, the saint servant's hand is so long?"
He felt that it was a little funny.
