Cultivators from different cultivation cultures gathered on the surface of the sea. Some of them were busy hanging people, some were busy bowing, some were busy drinking, some were busy applying for the inheritance, and some were busy fighting, some were gathered on the edge of the fence on the deck to join in the fun.
If all the cultivators from different cultivation countries had their own regional characteristics and unique labels, then “Eating melons”was the common quality of all human cultivators.
Not only were Yue Lingwei and Zhang Zicao surprised, even Wang Muyu was looking around. He felt that the cultivators from other cultivation countries in front of him were really... quite unique.
Such a clash of cultures was already a shock to adults, let alone a child like Wang Muyu.
“It’s hard to see such a scene.”
Only Yi Jianchuan was as calm as ever. He sat in the business class seat, his face calm from the beginning.
