While the Qingxuan Sect was immersed in universal celebration, far away in the Eastern Continent, not far from the edge of the continental shelf, an island shrouded in immortal mist year-round floated quietly as ever upon the azure sea.
The sea breeze, carrying a salty, warm moisture, intertwined with the fragrance of the thousands of rare herbs and exotic flowers on the island, turning into a uniquely refreshing and intoxicating aura.
This place was named Penglai.
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