"Master, today is New Year's Day, I toast to you!"
Leng Mei raised her glass from a distance and toasted Ling Xiao from afar.
After this year, Ling Xiao is just eighteen years old, but this stubborn young man has already written his own myths and legends on the Heavenly Dragon Continent, Divine Phoenix Continent, and White Tiger Continent.
"Who?"
Leng Mei suddenly looked into the distance.
Two figures arrived gracefully.
"Hahaha, we originally intended to come to this Land of Ten Thousand Thunderbolts to cultivate, but unexpectedly stumbled upon a big catch!
Ling Xiao, it seems this fellow is not in a good shape."
One of the two figures was Lin Yuan.
This guy's cultivation level was lower than Song Mo Feng and Qin Yu, but precisely because of that, he had been hiding in the Xuanwu Divine Hall and survived.
Now, seeing Ling Xiao, at first, he was quite afraid, but upon closer observation, he realized Ling Xiao was in a very weak state and developed a murderous intent.
