บท 1894: Chapter 1,890, Lotus Sun’s discourse on the Dao (1/92)

Wang Ling could tell that the pattern on housekeeper Peng’s body didn’t belong to the eternal world, but was a very obvious symbol of the Old World.

At the bottom of the pattern was a surging wave made of golden immortals and blue silk threads. A few tentacles from the Old World stretched out of the sea, creating a strange, beautiful arc.

Wang Ling was all too familiar with these tentacles from the Old World, because not long ago, he had hunted down a few of the Old World’s second egg-like tentacles to satisfy Wang Nuan’s craving for them.

Such unbridled behavior was enough to see just how domineering and Savage the Peng family were on Penglai Planet.

There was only some time left before the sun completely set, and with money on the way, Wang Ling, Lotus Sun, and the other suitors had just made it to the last round of “Interviews”today, many people could tell at a glance that they were the last group of people today.