"Sister NanFeng broke through to the True God level?"
"That's amazing... What kind of drink is this?"
"No, I must hurry and try it too!"
For a moment, a group of disciples began to hurriedly try it out.
"...So chaotic, so chaotic..."
Zi Ling was already tipsy, her large eyes somewhat hazy, feeling like the scenes before her eyes were a mix of disordered light and shadows.
"I must be seeing things... Why do Second Elder and Uncle Zhang... all seem to be enveloped in white mist, with light radiating..."
She rubbed her eyes, feeling as if everything before her had become unreal, with too much light and fog surging around...
Looking at her fellow disciples, she felt as if they had all become strangers.
Dugu Yuqing seemed like a lonely swordsman from ancient times, waging wars for three thousand years, his sword standing above the Myriad Realms...
Sister NanFeng was like an ascetic immortal, sitting outside the nine heavens, her zither sounds cleansing the universe...