Chương 338: The Plan

Painting of the Nine Immortals remained fantasy-like with its crystal clear lakes and picturesque sceneries.

On top of a firmly stood Mountain of the Healing Soul, Feng Qing Ming's expression was calm as his oversized sleeves floated in the wind.

Ling Xian stood behind the Immortal of Arrays and let his white robe tussle in the wind rhythmically. After breaking through to the completion level, his temperament became even more extraordinary. Like a true immortal, he rose above others.

Two of them stood at the front and one at the back, they stayed at the peak of the valley and stared at the white clouds in the sky. Nobody knew what they were thinking of.

After a while, Feng Qing Ming exhaled loudly and said, "Ling Xian, I want to plead you of something."

"You are being funny. I am in debt of your kindness, what's there to plead for?" Ling Xian grinned, "Whatever it is, you can simply instruct me."