In the middle of Xihai Lake, there are three or five small islands.
From here, looking far away, you can see the buildings on the islands, with flying eaves and hooked corners, and long corridors leading to secluded places.
On the beach near the lake, there is a series of European-style villas, appearing elegant and beautiful under the sunlight.
However, Yang Fei's thoughts were still on the legend of One Blade Two Gods that Su Xian'er mentioned.
Su Xian'er turned to look back, such a beautiful scene, Yang Fei seemed not to have seen it, with a blank expression.
She stamped her foot: "I should have known, I wouldn't have told you about One Blade Two Gods, it ruined the mood."
"These circles of Immortal Ancestors are far away from us."
Yang Fei snorted with a faint voice.
"Whatever One Blade Two Gods are, one day I'll let them know what real divine power is!"
His voice was light, his tone calm, but inherently carried a domineering aura looking down on the world.
