"Qingyue, what's wrong with you? Why are you so drenched? You're not drooling, are you?"
Li Fan panicked, "Ah no, not at all, it's sweat... not... saliva... not... tears... Farewell, sect leader, tears of joy..."
Li Fan's mind was a mess.
But there was no time for him to sort out his thoughts, as the crane had already begun to descend.
Lady Wangshu took Li Fan's hand and flew with him towards a floating immortal mountain, landing in a Daoist Palace.
At the entrance, the five-colored masked team was assembled, seemingly back from Li Country; they were all gazing at Li Fan, with eyes clearly filled with astonishment. Never would they have imagined that in just three months, this lad could achieve the Golden Core.
Naturally, with his mind in turmoil, Li Fan wasn't in the mood for extensive conversation with them.
"Go in by yourself."
Jiang Wangshu gestured towards the interior of the Daoist Palace before leaving him to chat with the five senior brothers.
