Two days passed quickly.


    In a secluded manor, Wang Yingjie and other more than fifty cultivators gathered in a hexagonal stone pavilion to drink tea and chat.


    They are all human monks, and Cheng Yao is also inside.


    Cheng Yao, as the young disciple of the Lord Xuanji, many cultivators invited her to attend the party, but as a human race, she first attended the party organized by the human race cultivators.


    "Fairy Cheng, I heard that your master is the number one fortune-teller in the Xuanyang world.


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