"Yaoyue, Xingyue, you two will be cultivating with me for the time being." Upon hearing He Chuan's words, Xingyue's face turned slightly red, while Yaoyue was eager to try.
Dark clouds covered the glass moon, and the two jade bodies glowed slightly.
Little Dragon Girl sat at the bridgehead in boredom. She took a glance and turned around with a flushed face.
Immortal Flames spat and felt her body go soft.
Suddenly, a powerful suction force sucked the two women away.
"The two of you, come over too."
Two months of cultivation was equivalent to six months.
There was barely enough time.
He Chuan's spiritual will fly into the depths of Changle Palace.
Changle Palace was Yuan Emperor's natal magic treasure, and it was also an illusionary magic treasure that gave birth to intelligence.
It was just that its master had disappeared, but the illusion did not appear.