It was a golden token, dyed with ancient light.

Zhao Yun stepped forward and took it with both hands.

Who knows what material this token is made of, it is as heavy as a mountain.

He was not prepared at all, and when he received the order, he staggered and fell into Bu Niantian's arms. After stepping on the ninety-nine stone steps, he was so full of character that his reputation was shattered to pieces.

"It's great to have a beautiful chef."

"It should feel soft and silky."

He is still the old magic stick, and he is still the fat immortal, one on the left and the other on the right, putting the chirp Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai, thinking to himself whether he should carry another string of firecrackers to pay homage to his master's grave tonight.

Zhao Yun finally stood firm and laughed awkwardly.

There are no emotional changes in Bu Niantian, these are all small scenes.

The conferment ceremony came to an end, with the sound of piano playing loudly and the aroma of wine overflowing. This was not a grand event, but it was comparable to a grand event. The entire Daluo Immortal Mountain was covered with a layer of peaceful light, as if seeing a peaceful and prosperous age.

Zhao Yun glanced at Qingluan Peak and saw a beautiful silhouette standing gracefully.

Since it was misty and rainy, it happened to be that I was leaving the customs today, and I was waiting for him to go to the Island of Dreams together.

Coming.
Chapter completed!