Over the next three days, the restrictions placed on the guests were lifted one by one. Among the figures of immortals frequently streaking across the sky, disciples of the Gushan Sword Sect could also be spotted.
Just like now, the sound of swords whistling overhead brought a sharp, wind-like shriek.
Chang Le raised her head, seeing only the wrinkled skin of the Divine Turtle. Lowering her gaze, she placed the food from her basket before the avatar of the Divine Turtle resting before her.
Chapter 127