Inside Mount Longhu, master and disciple Ye Sheng were gathered together happily.
Dao Ming, this little drunkard, immediately clamored for a drink. He had held it in for two years on the mountain, and now he could finally satisfy his craving.
Priest Qingxu also complied with him. Among the few of them, Priest Qingxu doted on Dao Ming the most, especially after being apart for two years.
While they were laughing and laughing, the atmosphere on the other side was gloomy.
In the Golden Cauldron Hall of Mount Longhu, the elders and the Hierarch were all silent.
Priest Qingxu's three disciples gave them too much pressure.
The Hierarch said with a gloomy face, "The eldest disciple, Duanmu Yu, has just broken through to the Golden Core Realm. The second disciple, Dao Ming, is a peerless genius. The third disciple, Ye Sheng, needless to say, has killed the successor of the plume manifestation Holy Land."