C1434 The Leader of the Eight Regions

A few months was like the blink of an eye to cultivators, and it passed in the blink of an eye.

On the high mountain, in the clouds, a woman stood quietly on a snow-white flying beast. She looked down and said indifferently, "Since everyone is here, come up. We should leave."

The group of people jumped onto the back of the flying beast. The flying beast spread its wings and soared into the sky