Heaven Realm, Earth Prison Star Continent.
A group of people sat across from each other in a tea pavilion, their expressions somewhat peculiar.
"Why do I feel that this place is somewhat different from what we imagined?" An old man, with hair and beard all white, patted his clothes and said.
"True Person Zhang, you say this dozens of times a day, aren't you tired?"
True Person Zhang waved his hand: "Stop! Forget this nonsense about being a true person, with my level of cultivation here, calling myself a true person would just be a joke. Just call me Old Zhang."
"Old Zhang, it seems you are quite pessimistic?" The South Sea Femme Fatale beside him casually trimmed her nails as she spoke leisurely.
