Cold Palace Emperor Realm.
Mountain scenery and water colors, pavilions, and towers.
From afar, after the fragrance of flowers and bird songs visited the gold and red carps craving for food on the lake surface like dragonflies skimming the water, it then drifted with the wind into a scenic waterside pavilion with southern Yangtze River style.
Leaning on the railing, Tingyu Pavilion was perennially like spring, seemingly a Heaven on earth, comparing it with the grey and dilapidated environment of the Divine Relics, the latter is simply an unbearable h*ll on earth.
"Pfft!"
The wine sprayed into a mist.
In the pavilion, Yue Gongli was at this moment, holding a grape with one hand and a wine glass with the other, returning to his delightful young master lifestyle.
He looked astonished at the two mirrors in front of him:
"No way, Xu Xiaoshou is too terrifying."
"Is this really his own nasty idea, or did Elder Dao the Flamboyant strategize this for him, so repulsive!"