Luo Chen's gentle voice came again, "Don't worry, I will return on the day I truly leave."
This was a contradictory statement.
Returning on the day of departure, ordinary people would not understand its meaning.
But Gu Caiyi understood what these words meant, and she bit her pearly teeth, bowing gently to Luo Chen's departing figure.
"I wish my husband success in Divine Transformation and prosperity on the Path of Immortal!"
…
On that day.
In the Elixir Saint's Blessed Land, amidst the sorrow, unnoticed tremors briefly appeared.
Two figures flew out from the Blessed Land, leaping out of the sea of the Nether Abyss, and bowed respectfully in front of Luo Chen.
"Master, the Penglai Octagon Pavilion has been obtained, and the Demonheart Tree and Black Shining Lotus have been transplanted inside."
Tian Xuan was holding a small tower with octagonal eaves as she spoke.
Luo Chen glanced at it, "You take care of it for now, I might not have much time."
"Alright!"
