Behind the water curtain, the scene was suddenly bright and clear.
A straight stone path stretched out, with large red lanterns hanging in the distance. Various shops lined both sides of the road, with bizarre figures and creatures everywhere.
"You, yes you, the one with your nose in the air."
At the entrance, two demonic cultivators sporting ghastly masks stopped Lu Bei. Seeing Lu Bei was in the Holding Elixir Realm, just like themselves, they spoke with haughty tones. "Which sect do you belong to, where are your elder brothers or master, do you have an invitation token?"
"Hilarious, you two nobodies dare ask me for an invitation!"
Lu Bei snorted coldly: "Don't die of fright when you hear this, but my master is the famous Dragon Spring Old Weirdo, back off if you know what's good for you. Otherwise, I'll call my thousands of martial brothers. We could drown you in piss and advance you to the Innate Realm."
"...". x2
