After the preparations were completed, Jiang Lan arrived at the peak of the Ninth Summit.
His master had something to tell him.
"Have you gained an understanding of the conference?"
Mo Zhengdong asked Jiang Lan.
"Yes." Jiang Lan nodded slightly.
"I have some understanding."
"How do you feel?" Mo Zhengdong asked.
There was a slight chill in the breeze.
Winter had yet to leave.
Jiang Lan looked at the corner of his clothes being blown by the wind and said.
"It feels a little dangerous."
This was his true feeling. Even though he was already a Heaven Immortal, he still felt that the Witchcloud Gathering was somewhat dangerous.
The gathering was held in a separate world. It felt like they were intentionally letting people kill each other.
"The gathering will be held tomorrow. You can take a look outside today and learn the details of it." Mo Zhengdong took out a Dharma treasure and handed it to Jiang Lan.
