As night fell, a bonfire was lit on an island in the coral Ocean.
The sea breeze blew on the tall palm trees on the island, blowing the laughter below into the distance. The bonfire was barbecuing delicious food, and the smell of wine was particularly intoxicating in this warm atmosphere.
brother long, come, let's have a toast! Feng Lieyu, whose beard was stained with wine, laughed out loud and raised his glass again. this toast is to wish brother long to advance to the seven Suns realm. Brother Long's future is limitless.
The other members of the nine sons of Cloud Island also raised their glasses and looked at Xia ping 'an with envy.
brother long is a Soul Master. With his abilities, it's only natural for him to advance quickly. We can't be envious even if we want to, hahaha! the fourth brother of the nine sons of Cloud Island said.
"Right, right, right, fourth older brother is right, Yingluo."
