Cyan Mist Mountain. The dense cyan mist once again surfaced at the mountain peak, making the reflecting rivers and vegetation appear even more verdant.
Wearing a Daoist robe, Ye Jingcheng sensed the anomaly in the sky and stood up. The array banners around him pulsed in response to his movement, transforming into ripples that swept through the void.
In the air, several figures flew out cautiously. The one landing in the middle was exactly Ye Jingyu and his two companions.
"Fourth Brother, how did it go?" Ye Jingcheng let out a long breath and asked.
"Everything went smoothly," Ye Jingyu said.
After speaking, he sent a transmission, "Jingcheng, head to the teleportation array at the Celestial Arrival Market first. It would be best to send a transmission to both Elder Linghong and Elder Qingchen!"
Ye Jingcheng raised an eyebrow, already realizing that they must have gained an unexpected harvest in the secret realm this time.
