Six hundred and fifty-seven, wedding date

Luo Shu patted Wang Fei's shoulder, "Alright, it's about time, let's go eat." It was Qian Yating's bad luck that she happened to fall where there was a piece of broken glass. Although she and Hanmo both disliked Qian Yating, that shard of glass truly wasn't their doing. The blame solely lay on her own fortunate luck!

"Okay," agreed Wang Fei without further questions.

"After we eat, we'll go to the Divine Doctor Family," declared Yang Mujing with a smile. It had been quite a long time since he'd seen his sister and he really missed her.

The four had their meal at the restaurant where Wang Fei often got food and walked to a deserted woodland, where Lu Hanmo summoned his Flying Sword.

Yang Mujing stared at the Flying Sword in front of him in astonishment. Luo Shu had informed him during the walk that they were True Cultivators, but seeing the Flying Sword, he still couldn't quite believe it, "Can this small sword really carry all four of us?"