Fang Xi landed on the edge of the lotus pond, with his hands behind his back, admiring the beautiful scenery, pondering silently.
At this moment, the bell had rung just over forty times, and Lord YuanYin had not yet appeared.
A group of Transcendent God lieutenants, however, arrived one after another.
"Mr. Fang!"
A voice as gentle as jade rang out.
A scholarly young man riding on an ancient book meandered over and landed next to Fang Xi—it was the same Yi surnamed scholar who had previously discussed with him the cultivation of the Thunder Marsh Wilderness.
Actually, Fang Xi did not have a high regard for this person, finding him indecisive, not as decisive as Xie, who had left over a disagreement about refining Spiritual Pills.
But at this moment, one does not slap the hand that offers a kind face, so he returned the gesture and said, "Sir Yi..."
