Xuan Ming Lake is a tourist attraction in Ling City, with a never-ending stream of visitors every day.
A flat boat floated on the lake surface, with Li Xiaoyao and Xiao Qing sitting onboard.
Li Xiaoyao's eyes were slightly closed, seemingly basking in the sun asleep, but in reality, his consciousness enveloped the pavilion, and no rustle of wind or grass could escape his eyes.
"Is Instructor Li taking us out for a mountain excursion and a water frolic?" Jin Gang almost occupied half of the boat, and the boat he sat on sank slightly deeper than the others.
Mu Tou took a sip of soda, a look of enjoyment on his face, "Isn't this nice? Instructor Li is really considerate, knowing that we usually practice cultivation so hard, he has brought us out to relax."
In the pavilion, everyone had arrived.
This time for the Cultivators' Conference, more than fifty people had gathered, filling the large pavilion, and above them sat Yun Feiyang and an elder.
