Afterwards, a Spiritual Mist that one could not see their hand in front of them in, attacked, like an overwhelming tide, obstructing the vision of the two.
Neither was visiting here for the first time.
Thus, the expressions on Shi Hao and Hunyuan Fairy King's faces were extremely calm.
Soon, the fog in the sky dispersed, revealing a massive stone archway to the eyes of the two.
Carved with dragons and phoenixes, the archway displayed the words "Liu Village" in gilded, color-changing letters, emitting an inexplicable force.
"Fellow Daoists have said that your relationship with Liu Village is substantial, but only today do I see that it is indeed so," said the Hunyuan Fairy King, looking at Shi Hao and stroking his beard with a slight smile, envy flashing in his eyes.
Why did he rarely visit this place?
It wasn't that he did not want to, especially with a major tribulation imminent. Who wouldn't want to foster a good relationship with the master of a Holy Land?
