Late at night, the dazzling stars in the sky above the Linhai Immortal City were still shining as before.
On this ordinary day, a large number of rogue cultivators were either meditating, refining pills, making talismans, or buying wine to have fun. They did not know that all the core members and higher-ups of the top faction, the True Treasure Pavilion, were waiting for midnight.
As the night gradually deepened, Pei Huoyu looked at the main quiet room with an inexplicable glint in her eyes. Even though she knew very well that with the current situation of the talisman scriptures that Shen Ping had grasped, it was basically impossible for him to rush to the top of the Hidden Dragon Rankings, for some reason, she still had some expectations.
"Fellow Daoist Shen. All you need is time. I can't help you. I can only motivate you in the way you like." She sighed in her heart.
