The golden pagoda, which was squatting on the stone table at the side with a grape in both claws, said with disdain.
Lu Zijia: "…"
The golden pagoda was really getting more and more vicious. Wasn't it afraid of being beaten up?
"Right, have you told Master and the others that we're leaving tomorrow?" Lu Zijia looked up and said to the man next to her.
Mu Tianyan held her in his arms and rested his chin on the top of her head. He replied softly, "Yes, I did."
"Then I'll tell my mother and the others later." Lu Zijia took a deep breath and said.
All good things must come to an end. Even though she was reluctant, since she had already chosen, she couldn't regret it.
Not long after Song Zixuan and Zhang Munian finished talking and got off the stage, fifteen people each came out with a pill furnace. They lined up on the platform and lined up the fifteen pill furnaces.
