C269 At the Foot of the Spiritual Mist Mountain Pretending to be Cool Was Struck by Lightning
The next morning, under the Spirit Mist Mountain, there was a sea of people.
Almost all of the Cultivator in the Forest City had arrived. There were even more of them coming from other places, and they were everywhere in the east, west, and east.
Between a group of black-haired and a few white-haired people, it was not strange for there to be some westerners with blond hair and red hair