"That long?"
Lin Yixuan's eyes dimmed, and he sighed helplessly.
In two hundred years, he would no longer be among the living, turned into a speck of dust.
It seemed that he wouldn't have the chance to witness the peerless elegance of the Divine Beast Phoenix with his own eyes.
Lin Qingluo's eyes drooped slightly, noticing his little disappointment. She gently patted his shoulder and telepathically communicated with Little Kingfisher.
"Yin'er, are there any treasures left to find on Immortal Island? Did Brother Meng and the others catch any antelopes?"
"They did."
Little Kingfisher preened its feathers and raised its little head proudly, "As for treasures, there are none on the island, but countless treasures lie beneath the sea. Master, are you interested in searching for treasures underwater?"
"Sure."
Lin Qingluo readily agreed: "I was in a hurry last time and didn't have a chance to go underwater. This time, I will make up for that."
"Great, let's go now."
