Lake Xuanwu. Here, purple mists curled up from the water, and golden carps leaped up from time to time, spraying water everywhere.
The grass on the island was like a green carpet and the whole area possessed a type of elegant beauty. There were a number of peach trees rooted here. The peach flowers were blooming vigorously, their petals floating down from time to time.
This area was extremely tranquil. It was like a painting full of peace and harmony.
Chu Feng was in full concentration as he used the bright red flying knife to carve undecipherable and complicated symbols onto the magnetic stones.
No one disturbed him. This island had become a holy land. Despite their curiosity, the others had to keep their distance from the island and could only stand on the shore.
Only the Wudang grandmaster stayed on the island for fear of Chu Feng's safety.
Just a while ago, all parties had reached an agreement. Many people were willing to work with Chu Feng.
