Among the many acquaintances you knew well, only Xian Qianling was absent, having been transferred to the Eastern Sea a few days ago, accompanied, of course, by the Nine Nether Ghost Cat, Little Mo.
Regarding Xian Qianling's departure without farewell, you still felt a tinge of regret in your heart, but you also understood that when it comes to emotions, there's no right or wrong, no winners or losers.
It's better to forget each other in the bustling world than to end in painful separation.
"Mommy."
Liuli jumped down from Little Hei's back and happily threw herself into Zhao'er's arms.
Zhao'er picked her up and walked over to you: "Yun, I'm ready."
Wu Qiyi also nodded at you.
You took a deep breath and with a decisive shout, said, "Okay, let's begin!"
"All Forms of Sen Luo, Sumeru."
Grandma Meng Soup, the Soul Lock, and the Profound Dark Gourd containing Jiu Xianmin appeared in mid-air before you.
