On the Tower Ship of the Great Dream Immortal Sect, Dung Beetle and his group had mingled with the disciples of the Great Dream Immortal Sect.
It would still take some time to reach their destination. The Tower Ship was fast, but the journey from the Southern Continent to the Central Domain was not a short one. Along the way, they encountered many cultivators, all of whom had come to join in the excitement.
Many factions had been invited to the Spiritual Peach Banquet. Those without invitations, however, could only come to the Central Domain to observe the festivities. They hoped one of their disciples might catch the eye of a major power, allowing their own small faction to soar to prominence. Wishful thinking was a powerful motivator.
Dung Beetle and Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life sat together, with Luo Yuan across from them. The three of them furrowed their brows, a palpable tension hanging in the air. Around them, many Great Dream Immortal Sect disciples had gathered.
