Hong Yuan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes radiant as he thought, In this life, let the Sword Body always be Bo Qing~
SWOOSH—
Hong Yuan relaxed his self-awareness, allowing the waters of the Reverse River to carry him downstream.
With a smile, he watched the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint's eyes from a distance, waving at her in response.
At the same time, Hong Yuan also noticed the Third Ancestor of the Ji Clan.
Previously, not long after he had achieved the status of a Seventh-Tier Martial Saint, he had been invited to attend this Ji Clan Ancestor's birthday banquet.
At that banquet, their interaction had been quite friendly!
BOOM!
With an agile carp flip, Hong Yuan swiftly leaped out of the Reverse River.
Once free of the Reverse River, Hong Yuan could once again calmly use Immortal Nuance and Divine Power techniques.
A swirl of azure light enveloped Hong Yuan, and he was no longer the drenched, bedraggled figure from before.
