"Let's go find the immortal quickly." Shui Ming Yuanjun urged.
She has deeply felt the dangers of modern times, and only the king and father can give her a sense of security.
Before the two of them could take action, a gaze came from above their heads. Looking up, they saw a palm-sized person sitting on a balcony, with his legs dangling in the air, staring at them.
Another peak of the Divine Transformation.
Then he felt a slight chill on his neck and a subtle sword intent came. A woman in white clothes with waist-length hair appeared behind the villain and looked down at them condescendingly.
The two of them felt like they were falling into an icy cave. Even Master Feixing couldn't remain calm at this moment.
Damn! What kind of devil’s cave is this?! Why are there so many great gods here?
Shui Ming Yuanjun was in a bad mood. She deeply understood what Taoist Qing Xuan said about the great struggle in the world. In this era, even a god-transforming person might not be considered a top-level powerhouse.
Master Feixing raised his chin slightly, feeling a sense of pride.
It is indeed the residence of immortals! Even such a simple place can gather the strongest people in the world.
Dong Yunshu only glanced at him and then looked away. There are only two things in the world that can attract her attention, Brother Li and people who are stronger than herself.
Qiong Yu said, "Senior Taiyin, there are two sneaky people down there."
"Those two little guys should be here to look for the Immortal."
Tu'er came out of the kitchen wearing an apron and holding a soup spoon, went to the balcony and looked out, where she saw the shivering Shui Ming Yuan Jun and Fei Xing Zhen Ren.
"The Immortal is playing mahjong."
Mahjong?
The two looked puzzled, and then followed the direction pointed by the spoon in Taiyin Xingjun's hand and saw the chess and card room in the community. There was a sign on it called Senior Citizens Club.
There was constant noise inside, and a large group of people gathered together.
Their eyes swept across a group of old men and saw an ordinary young man, surrounded by many mortals, in the noise, in the world.
A mortal, a mortal that can be found anywhere.
If there were no photos given by Taoist Qingxuan, at least they would not think that this was an immortal.
"Hu! Give me money, give me money."
The young man had a smile on his face, which coincided with the figure in his memory, sitting high on the jade throne, the father of the world, the leader of all cultivators, the one who dominated the world and had no rivals.
He was neither sad nor happy, his eyes were lowered, sacred and supreme.
'My Lords, are Heaven and Earth all your subjects?'
The two suddenly realized that immortals could laugh and live like mortals.
(End of this chapter)
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