Qiongtai Immortal Clan

In the early morning of February, the mist in the mountains has not yet cleared, and the bluestone road in Nanliu Town is already bustling with activity. A little girl with a bun pulled the clothes of a young man in green, her chubby face slightly red with anxiety. Liu Muchian bent down and picked up his sister, straightened her cotton-padded jacket that had been pulled askew, and tied the loose red headband again. "Okay, okay, Jiaojiao, don't be in a hurry, we'll leave right away." In the distance, Qiongtai Mountain stands quietly in the morning fog. Jingzhe is almost here.