C368 Refuse Daoist Qing Mu

In the depths of the Immortal Sect, there was naturally a different world. Luck was lingering around the valley like a dense immortal Qi, causing the valley to look even more artistic. There were even small bridges and flowing water.

On one side of the bridge was a pavilion. Daoist Qing Mu was sitting there, and he held a white jade cup in his hand. He said