Another Lantern Festival is coming. Ever since Xianjing was completed, the Lantern Festival has become more and more lively every year. However, before this time, Xianjing will receive 3,000 lanterns. Needless to say, it was also the Xueyu Tanhua who put them there.
On the Lantern Festival this year, there was a loud bang, and the priests thought it was the 3,000 lights again, until a young priest shouted on Shenwu Street: "Someone has ascended!"
"Can the Lantern Festival allow people to relax for a while? And even ascend to heaven!"
――Everyone, long time no see!
As soon as this man spoke, all the priests stared blankly at the figure. Although the figure was limping, no one could tell that it was the former Feng Master Shi Qingxuan.
No one spoke for a long time, "What's wrong, everyone? Wow, there are 3,000 more lanterns in this bloody rain!" Until those 3,000 lanterns flew up and became the background, Shi Qingxuan was still the wind master he once was.
Intention: Imagine the HE in my heart