The affairs of the world are but a grand dream, how many spring nights does life possess.
Wind Moon City.
City Lord's Mansion.
The exquisite and luxurious guest room was filled with fragrance, and on the wall hung a Peony Spring Sleep Painting.
[The tender chill locks the dreams due to the spring cold, the fragrance enveloping one is the aroma of wine.]
Hiss!
Hiss!
Past noon, Zhou Chen was still discussing Dao and sparring with Yunxiao Fairy, entering the path of cultivation.
The voice of Yunxiao Fairy was clear and charming, resonating in the ears, with continuous Dao sounds that lingered like the endless flow of a majestic river.
Thousands of years fleetingly passed, and Yunxiao Fairy's rapid advancement in cultivation was astonishing.
Originally in the Divine Skill Realm, she later surpassed the other women, achieving enlightenment to become an emperor five hundred years ago, and now had reached the Great Emperor Peak.
