Looking at the mist-shrouded world in front of him, he pursed his lips and smiled, staring into the distance with calm and profound eyes. After a while, after a while, I saw the clouds slowly dispersing, and three words were engraved on a crystal clear spiritual stone - "Lingyun Realm"
"Ling Qingxuan! The words of the past are no longer the same. I only hope that we will never meet again in life and death." After saying this, I saw a flash of red light, and the person who was talking just now disappeared.
I only hope that the years will be peaceful, but everything is a dream...
"Zi Fan?"
"Penglai Immortal Island?" It's beautiful, so beautiful, it's breathtaking, but... Well, let's just let the clouds roll around and relax.
This is an island surrounded by blue waves. There are five peaks, eight pavilions, and twelve halls on the island. It is so majestic. This year, Cen Zifan, who was only thirteen years old, set foot here for the first time. She never thought that this would be the most peaceful and beautiful time in her life.
Look at the clouds in the sky and hear the mist blowing in the wind.
I wish the years would be peaceful, but all I can do is be devastated.
(If you don't understand the copy, you can read it backwards from the third sentence to the last, and you may find something different.)