System for Urban Cultivators
“Ding! Host, would you like to join our Immortal Cultivation Continent?”
A familiar voice sounded in Ye Chen’s ear.
Before he could react, Ye Chen was pulled into a space, and the scenery before his eyes changed in an instant.
“W-where is this?”
As soon as Ye Chen landed, he found himself in a vast sea of clouds.
A man in white stood beside him.
“Daoist brother, may I ask who you are? And where are we? How did I suddenly end up here?” Ye Chen asked hurriedly.
The man in white smiled. “You’re Ye Chen, right? I’m the administrator of this continent.”
