The Nine-Tiered Celestial Stairs

"Ji Mo, do you think I can become an esteemed alchemist or an elemental pattern master?"

Bai Zhan squinted his eyes, his face filled with fantasy.

"I've told you before, dreamless, and think about more practical things. Like becoming a supreme gourmet, or a world-shaking critic. Those are your specialties," Ji Mo disdainfully remarked.

"Ji Mo, can't you give me a little face?" Bai Zhan glared at Ji Mo.

The group bantered and laughed, creating a pleasant atmosphere.

Under the swift flight of Fang Xiu's Virtual Thunder Wings, they hurried towards Puyun Mountain.

Wrapped in the thunderous wings, occasional giggles from Su Ruoyu could be heard.

It seemed that the heiress of Yipin Hall had completely integrated into this group that emerged from the mundane world.

"Not normal, not normal at all," suddenly, the voice of the Dragon Overlord echoed in Fang Xiu's ears, carrying an unusual tone.

"Brother Dragon, what's not normal?" Fang Xiu inquired.